We Had Seasons in the Sun

The call came every February 21st of my adult life. It would go something like this:

Dad (sounding all proud of himself for remembering on his own): Happy Birthday Sara!

Me (laughing): Thanks, but you know what?

Long pause.

Dad (laughing too): I guess I did it again.

Me: Yup.

Dad: Guess I better call David. I’ll call you in a couple of days.

February 21st is my younger brother’s birthday. Mine is the 23rd. Easy mistake to make, but every single year?

Not that it bothered me. Truth is I looked forward to his call. It made me smile because he wasn’t one to make mistakes in front of his kids, but he laughed with me about his inability to keep things straight. AND I got to talk to him twice in one week. That is a lot considering Dad was a quiet guy. Not shy but unless he had something important to say, he let my Mom do most of the talking (which she is very good at – right, Mom?).

Well, for the sixth year in a row, I know that I will not hear from Dad today. Not possible. He died in June, 2006. Still, today, every time the phone rings, I will get my hopes up momentarily. Which makes this a tough day for me. Because I want to talk to him. I want to hear his laugh. Desperately.

The above photo is of Dad and my oldest child, just days after her birth. He wore the title “Poppy” proudly, as you can probably tell from the photo.

The following song was (maybe still is) one of my sister’s favorites once upon a time. I’m sharing it today for my Dad. But before I do, I want to say something to my brother: Happy Birthday David!

 

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14 thoughts on “We Had Seasons in the Sun

  1. Great photo of your Dad and Meg! I know words can’t describe the depth of how much you miss him…I know though, he is incredibly proud of you, your family and all you have accomplished and still have yet to do!

  2. OMG, in a few paragraphs, you made me laugh and cry. It sounds like you had such a great relationship with your father, which makes me smile because I have a great relationship with my dad also. I’m so sorry to know that he’s passed, but what a beautiful post and dedication to him. Happy Birthday (a few days early.) 🙂

    1. Well, I did my job then. 🙂 Father-daughter relationships can be wonderful. Glad to hear yours is as mine was. Thanks for the birthday wishes.

  3. Oh! Wow. Had to catch my breath for that one.

    You know what? I don’t think he forgot. I think he liked that excuse to talk to you again. What a great guy. And Sara, what a heartfelt post. And the song you chose was perfect.

    I wish you an early birthday greeting, and all the best in the coming year. Especially with your writing. You are a beautiful writer.

    1. I love that thought that he liked the excuse to talk to me. Makes me happy. Thanks for your birthday greeting and hopes for the year ahead. It means a lot when other writers like my writing, so thank you so much for saying so.

  4. That’s what I thought as I read your post, that your dad used it as way to have that close moment with you each year. Treasured moments. Today is the 23rd, so Happy Birthday. I’m busy baking because it is my hubby’s birthday as well. I’ll save you a piece.

    1. Happy Birthday to your hubby. How quickly can you get that piece of cake to me? I’m jonesing for something sweet. 🙂 Thanks for stopping by, Cora.

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