My dad

My dad was a tall, thin, good looking guy who had a grin that you wondered what he'd been up to. He was always young at heart, arguing with us kids about what tv show we were going to watch or who was going to wash up first for dinner. Sometimes acting more like a kid than we did. He would get real quiet and sit byhimself if any of us kids were catching more fish than he was on a hot Sunday afternooon. He would be quick to say that it's time to go home after he hadn't caught anything for awhile. Dad loved to plays his drums any chance he could and well, the whole neighborhood knew it too.  Going on vacations was quite a treat even thought dad would engage in an arguement with anyone in the care every few mile just to prove to my mom that we should have stayed home because the kids were misbehaving again. My dad past away from brain cancer at the age of 44 . As time has gone by, I will laugh to myself about how irritating and immature he would be at times. I think maybe he was on to something. Maybe we act too serious. Maybe we should race our kids into the bathroom to wash up for dinner. It could keep us young at heart like my dad.