Tuesday, December 8, 2009
I was thinking about how long it has been since I have written a post and thought to myself it's like I dropped off a cliff...
When I was young whenever I would say, "Dad I'm hungry." He would say, "I'm cliff, drop over sometime."
Number 1: I thought "Cliff" was a person that Dad knew and I was ready to go to Cliff's house to eat. I would plead in my little girl voice, "Let's go to Cliff's house, I'm hungry." Dad just laughed.
Number 2: It wasn't until years later that I understood that "Cliff" was a mountain cliff, and why would I want to "drop over sometime."
What a witty guy! He loved to tease and had a great sense of humor. Now I laugh when I think about "Cliff," but I'm still convinced Dad knew "Cliff" personally and he had really good food...
Some days I really miss him. Dad, not Cliff.