For almost 39 years I saw my dad just about every day and if I didn't see him we talked on the phone.
Therefore, at times little things pop up that remind me of my dad. Sometimes, as if the thought was plucked from thin air.
Take this morning, for instance. I was blow-drying my hair like I do every single day. Today, I turned around so I could (lazily) lean against the counter and I had to pull the cord of the blow-dryer when I realized the cord was twisted to the point that I had to pull, hard, just to get it to reach my new position.
How in the world would blow-drying my hair have anything to do with my dad?
My dad had this thing about always straightening cords that are twisted. Not an obsessive thing, just something he noticed, and did. Back when phones had cords (my God, did they ever?) he would always be straightening them and if he found himself anywhere near one of my cords and they were twisted, he untwisted them.
There are a million little moments like that one that I experience at least one on a daily basis. Thankfully, he is around me all the time. Not the same, but it's all I got.
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