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Easter Memories

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As a little kid in a house that was pretty religious and also did the non-religious stuff like hiding the Easter basket for me and my 2 older brothers to find, it was always something to look forward to on Easter Sundays.  Mind you, my brothers are 6 and 8 years older than I am and I can remember their indifference to the whole thing.  But being a little kid, I was into it.

I remember an Easter conversation I was having with my Dad around 95 or 96, not long before he died.  I asked why it always seemed like my basket was hidden under the kitchen sink with all the cleaners and poisons and stuff.  My Dad was awesome and gave me a hilarious response that I will never forget.

He said, “Aw damn, son.  Your mother was the one trying to kill you, not me.”  If you knew my Dad, this was a pretty fitting quote.  That guy was awesome and I still miss him every day.  He always loved Easter and pretty much life in general.

Happy Easter everyone.  Whether you’re a believer or not, hope it’s a good day for you.

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April 24, 2011 at 9:05 am

In memory of a legend…

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Well, he is a legend to me.  My Dad.  1942-1997.

Around the time that my Dad was dying of cancer, I was living at their house in North Carolina trying to help out a bit.  My drive to and from work was an hour each way so I was listening to music for the drive.  At that time I was really into Amorphis’ Elegy CD.  It’s very folky, heavy, dark and moody and seemed to be the perfect enabler to the sadness I felt knowing that my Dad wasn’t going to be around much longer.

I absolutely love this record but even now, some 11 years after the fact, this album reminds me of my Dad.  There’s no real lyrical connection or anything like that, just one of those things that reminds you of an era in your life, good or bad.  I was also listening to Nocturnal Rites’ Tales of Mystery and Imagination.  Both kept steady rotation in my minivan for months on end and both remind me of Dad.