My dad was a librarian. He didn't always have that title. He was a son. A husband. A father. A grand father. A friend. A teacher. But at heart. He was a librarian.
He loved to read. He loved information. He loved triva. He loved how things connected. And intertwined. He loved to spark other people. To get them excited about reading. About information. About learning.He loved James Bond. John Wayne. Lord of the Rings. Military history. Raunchy jokes. Roast beef sandwiches with LOTS of mayo. Making chili. T-shirts with pockets. Grilling out. Being with his grand daughters. His cat, Buddy.He loved to fish. In the ocean. In a lake. In the everglades. And he even compared being a fisherman with being a librarian. Because he liked to reel the kids in with a story. With some fantastical trivia. Something. Anything. To get his students excited about books and learning.He loved Carl Hiaasen. Christopher Moore. Lee Childs. Douglas Preston. Mysteries. Science. Michael Crichton. College Football. And especially his Tennessee Volunteers. He liked to drive. To bird watch. Sometimes driving and bird watching at the same time. Which was a little scary if you were a passenger in the vehicle.
And then two years ago today. Everything changed. And those two years. Sometimes it feels like he has been gone forever. And sometimes I can't believe he is gone at all. Because when I think about him. I do picture him. In a library. That opens out onto a beach. The perfect heaven for my dad.
In loving memory.
FCS October 26, 1946 - December 4, 2006
Theme song: Sarah McLachlan - I will Remember you. Always. And. Forever.