Remembering My Dad

As I wrote in the previous entry, my father died on July 9. I haven't felt like writing anything personal since, but now I want to take some time to write about things I remember about him, but couldn't keep it together enough to say at the funeral.

My father has always loved baseball. He was a lifelong baseball fan and kept track of them right up to the end. He also loved playing baseball. When my sisters and I were young, during his free time he would go out in the road and find a straight stick in order to hit rocks. I used to try to do this when I was little, without much success. I aslo remember going to watch him play with the local teams. I don't remember how well he did at fielding, but I remember he was a good hitter.



We once had this little dog named Scruffy. My Dad loved Scruffy, who went everywhere with him. One day Scruffy got hit by a truck and my Dad took him to the vet. This may not seem extraordinary to most people, but my father never brought pets to the vets, only farm animals. Scruffy died and that was the first time I remember my Dad crying.

We didn't have a lot of money when I was young, but Dad always made sure we go places. We often went to the pond near our house, and we used to go for ice cream.

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Tired and Depressed

I haven't written in awhile. I really don't feel like writing now, but I know if I don't I'll be less likely to write again. I've just been tired and depressed latey. I hate change and everything seems to be changing lately. On the plus side, summer is finally here, and the flowers are blooming. My roses are starting to go by, but the lilies are out. (There, that was my lame attempt to be positive.)

Maybe I'll try to write something more interesting tomorrow.