So I don’t think I’m crazy but I do have imaginary conversations with my dad usually while I’m driving, he sits next to me most day’s, I can smell him, that old man smell mixed with tobacco.
I can see his slicked back silver hair, still carrying the same hairstyle summoning a little bit of Elvis, his creased tanned face smiling at me, laughing and telling me how it is.
His glasses perched on his nose, at least when we are having our imaginary conversations he is awake, otherwise he is like a baby the moment you are in the car he nods off and snores loudly.
|Here he is with one of his grandchildren|
He did that to us once in the movies, we have never let him forget that episode, he has a beautiful nature, a life battered by a dysfunctional marriage, remaining forever loyal.
I glance at his heavily bruised arms which are covered in Band-Aids, cuts that he has no idea when or where they came from, I just follow the trail of blood.
I will say to him ‘Dad you’re bleeding, how did that happen’.
‘Don’t know I blame the blood thinning pills and getting old, my skins not as thick as it used to be’, he says.
Then he’ll hack away, I will remind him yet again that he should stop smoking, he then promises me that he only has three roll your owns a day. He’s great at telling little white lies and at 82, lets leave the man in peace.
He’s a whistler, often breaking out in a tune that only he knows. As you may have guessed I miss my dad dreadfully and it doesn’t help that we live in different countries, which I partially blame him for.
He encouraged us to move countries for a better life, though I think now in his latter years a decision he has come to regret, as do I. We are blessed as he has my fantastic brother and his wife and a host of friends who keep an eye on him monitoring his comings and goings.
We have eyes everywhere.
As I am driving I discussed with him that time that he told me that my driving was aggressive, bloody cheek, I said, ‘Well your son in law taught me so what do you expect’. I then began to reminisce and reminded him about a few of his driving indiscretions, those that we actually know about as I’m damned sure there are many more secrets he has, that he refuses to share, probably because of the stick we’ll give him. So here is a run down of a few driving indiscretions.
- One time he left a job in his boom pump and forgot to lower the boom and took out the streets power lines
- As he is leaving the street the police are entering it, he had a lucky escape and denied all knowledge. I never said he was perfect.
- The time he parked the car after a night out, half of the car was on the driveway the other half was perched on the edge with about a 1-metre drop below half the car
- Twice now he has been hit while reversing out of a parking space, I figure that he is probably going so slow that people don’t actually think he is moving
- He is one of those drivers that drives at 40km an hour every where, it’s not that he’s elderly he’s always done that, he also likes to drives in the ditch
- He had the audacity a few years ago to drive on the M1 under speed
- I said, ‘Dad I bet a lot of people honked you’. He said ‘They did actually’, with a big grin from ear to ear, he is such a stirrer and proud of it.
- Then there was the time he took me to the mall and parked on top of the garden bed. We got out of the car and I said, ‘Dad you can’t leave the car like that’. He said ‘Course I can’, and trotted off laughing.
|Happy and cheeky|
Another time I was home, he rocked up with another brother in the car, they both got out and stood outside the side of the car for some time. I looked at another brother who I was staying with and said, ‘What’s the story’; he shrugged and laughed.
Dad walks in, ‘Hello dad’, while giving him a big hug and a kiss. ‘What’s happened to your car’?
‘Well someone must have side swiped me car in the car park at the village’.
We all swivelled our eyes left right and centre as we know our dad better than that, after a few days and some nagging he fessed up, yep it was his fault again!
Of course let’s not forget the times he leaves the car unlocked, the windows down and the local suburban tom cats went to town peeing throughout the car. I was blessed as he picked me up with a towel on the seat, as the seat was shall we say wet, not to mention smelly, we drove with the windows down.
Wonder what we will chat about this week; always something different, often sharing memories, can’t wait.
Anyone else out there have these imaginary conversations?