“YES! I’m back, baby! Look out!”
I grin as I pass the dice to my oldest daughter. “You are just like Papa,” she says, smiling and shaking her head as she rolls her turn.
I was taken aback by the comment. It filled me with a sudden warmth.
I welcome any opportunity to be cast in the same light as my dad – even if it is relative to insufferable game play.
God, it was so much fun to play games with dad.
You see, he was one of the kindest, most gentle and selfless people you could ever know. Game play was the one area in which he allowed himself to be completely obnoxious, and we loved every minute of it.
(Editor’s note – no one in my family finds my obnoxious game play to be endearing. I’m still working on that).
What I loved even more than being compared to “Papa” was being gently reminded that my girls really had the opportunity to get to know my dad. We are all incredibly lucky for that. It is my intention to make sure they don’t forget him.
If I have to do this by continuing to be an incredibly obnoxious and ruthless game player, so be it.
It will be an honor.