My dad went to every soccer game, track meet, basketball game that he could. The funny thing my sister and I always remember is the specificity to which he would review our performances ("in the 30th minute in the first half the other girl beat you to the ball. Were you tired??") lol. My parents were our biggest fans though. I remember practicing my throw ins along the side of the house as my dad sat in the back, grilling, rolling the ball back to me until I tired myself out.
He preferred that we walk along his grass with our cleats to aerate the lawn. Any mechanical/electronic question can solicit a long complicated answer... but he knows so much we ask anyway. My dad is always walking around the house singing, often songs we did not know. He always tells me that I talk too fast. When he has no idea what I just said he might give me a blank stare and say, "I have no idea what you just said" or maybe "blahblahblahblahblahblah. A-nun-ci-ate!". lol. Everyone knows my mom to be silly, but I think I am crazy/silly like my dad. He is funny if he lets you see it. He calls me "Precious" and apparently his imitation of Gollum's voice (yes, he loves the Hobbit and Lord of the Rings lol) made me cry as a child (but really... what didn't make me cry). I firmly believe he can fix anything...except our hair. My sister and I always looked a mess when my mom was out of town because my dad, the gentle giant, did not want to pull or twist our hair too hard lol. Although he doesn't talk (as much as my mom) and loves to sharpen knives to relax, he really is a big teddy bear.
*sigh* just some of the good times we have shared with my dad. Since he constantly calls me a space cadet (ok. I am a little loopy and absent minded at times), I will proclaim him the best in the universe. Happy Father's Day, Daddy! love, Baby Girl.
(My dad and my sister)
daddy and his girls at Christmas
at BB King's restaurant in Times Square, 2006
not a great picture, but the whole Curtis clan!
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