I’m more melancholy than sad at the moment…but that might change when I visit my dad’s grave later today.
Luckily, it’s a gorgeous, warm and sunny day. Part of me believes that is should be gloomy and rain-soaked on days like this. Then again, I DO live in Canada…we only get summer and winter…nothing in between. Silly of me to even consider the possibility…
I went to see The Incredible Hulk yesterday…on my own. It’s a movie my dad would have wanted to see. When it was all over, he would have spent over an hour complaining about it — that the Hulk wasn’t strong enough, that the puny humans weren’t puny enough, that Banner was too wimpy, and that Betty Ross was far too feeble a woman for his taste. He would have then gone on for another 15 minutes about how the upcoming Batman sequel, The Dark Knight, would be SO much better!
In other words, he would have loved it…because he loved complaining about movies. :-) Though hard experience, I learned it was best to let him rant until he was spent.
It’s Father’s Day, and I wish he was here, ranting away. My memories are wonderful…but on days like this, f-ck the memories. I would rather have my dad back…
