He had a massive heart attack that night. The last thing I ever said to him was "Goodnight. I love you. I'll see you tomorrow."
This day has always been hard for me, so imagine my surprise (and guilt) when it hit me at 4:00 pm that today was today. I can't believe I didn't realize it sooner. It scares me. I'm afraid I'm forgetting my dad. I don't think about him every day anymore, what happens when I don't think about him every week? What will happen the year I forget about today altogether? What will happen if I forget all the times he told me I was born backwards, because my nose runs and my feet smell? What will happen if I forget the time he held a piece of paper up to my ear and then blew in the other ear and wiggled the paper, to make it seem like he was blowing through my empty head? What will happen if I forget that he used to refuse to give me the Sunday comics because I'd read all the words off of them, and then let me have them first anyway?
I don't want that to happen. So I'll tell you the last blonde joke he told me. (He used to tell me at least one a week. Got them from the mechanics at work.)
So, this blonde went into a superstore and saw a thermos sitting on the shelf. She flagged down an employee and asked what the thing was. He said "Well, ma'am, it's a thermos. It keeps hot things hot and cold things cold."
"Ohhhhhh". said the blonde. "That's so cool! I need one!" She immediately bought it and ran out.
A few days later, the salesmen walked into a coffee shop and saw the blond sitting there with the thermos in front of her. She was staring at it with absolute joy and anticipation on her face.
"Hey, I see you have your thermos today" he said.
"Oh yes!" she replied. "I couldn't wait to try it out!"
"Well, what do you have in there?" he asked.
wait for it.........
"Two cups of coffee and a scoop of ice cream."
