Happy Memory

Today is three years since my dad died. It feels like so long ago, but like it just happened all at the same time. I think I've pushed the whole thing so far in somewhere that I don't even comprehend it anymore. Or, maybe I just forget about it because I'm so worried about my little brother because our mother (uterus donor is really the term I prefer) is, well, a nut case.

I try to remember happy things and good times and reminisce with a smile instead of crying. Goodness knows (now that's southern of me to say) I filled the sea in the months following his sudden death. I had this happy memory over the weekend and thought everyone should hear it. Oh the fun that (used to be) my family.

My dad once sent me a fifty dollar check in college with a note that said,
"If you don't need it, send it back."

Now why that cracks me up so much, I just don't know. But I laugh out loud
a bit every time I think about it or say it.

I called him immediately and said "I'm rushing to the post office
as we speak, because of course this poor college kid absolutely does
not need any cash, but thanks for the generous offer!"

He claims the check never made it back to him. Hmm, isn't that weird?

I love happy memories.