Although I didn't know how I would deal with it, I knew from the beginning that there would be certain things that would make me miss Dad after he was gone. Things that we shared, or at least called each other about, whether it was sports, music, or whatever was on the History Channel. What I did not realize was the affect that small seemingly trivial things would have on me. Best example, a Heineken Light commercial.
In the commercial there are these younger guys, about my age, talking about how they are relearning to play golf from retired men and to slow things down. One of the younger guys then tees off and the old man reads the distance of his drive as around 150 yards, to which the younger guy just smiles and nods at the camera and says "oh yeah."
We used to joke about that when we played together. Dad's friend Buster would never hit it far but would always hit it right down the middle. It was old man golf and it worked. Of course neither of us used this method.
The first time I saw the commercial was after dad died so I'm sure he never saw it. The first time I saw it I wanted to call him and tell him about it. I still have the same feeling every time it comes on. And these are the things that get me. When I sit down to watch a Pats game or am on my way to a concert, I anticipate wanting to call him, and I can adjust. It's the random beer commercial that we would both love that catches me off guard. I guess there is no way to prepare for what will make me miss him.
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