After I started posting about my family, I thought about how nice it would be for Loser if I posted all of the stories his daddy told him…five million times. (The ones that I had to sit there and listen to…five million times, while being ignored.)
Those stories brought smiles and hearty laughter to Loser that neither his children nor I could ever summon. It’s as if Losers’ entire being was captivated. He was completely swallowed up in the moment and during those moments, time stood still and nobody existed but he and his daddy.
Those stories commanded his undivided attention and if interrupted by the simple statement, “dinner’s ready,” the result was a disdainful, snarling attack.
Loser can’t remember something that was said five minutes ago so he was certainly not blessed with my total recall and had said more than once, “I wish I had your memory. I really wish I had your memory.”
If he was following my blog (which I’m sure he is not) he could simply hit “print” and he would be able to relive at any point, all those sometimes humorous, sometimes sad, sometimes difficult and sometimes glorious times his daddy talked about.
He could travel in his daddys’ footsteps from boyhood to manhood and it would be a joyous, unforgettable journey.
I guess a decent human being would do that….just for Loser. I would want him to do that for me, if the situation was reversed.
It would be a such a wonderful gift, for him to have those stories to read and reflect back on and I know that he would treasure it.
So, for Loser, if you’re out there…..here are your daddys’ stories.
My name is J*** C**** H***, S*.
***Oh, well. I guess I’m not a decent human being***