I broke my leg once on the playground swing and it was Mom who held me in her arms all the way to the hospital. Dad pulled the car right up to the door of the emergency room and when they asked him to move it saying the space was reserved for emergency vehicles, He shouted, "What do you think this is? A tour bus? "
At my birthday parties, Dad always seemed sort of out of place, He just busied himself blowing up balloons, setting up tables, and running errands, it was Mom who carried the cake with the candles on it for me to blow out.
When I leaf through picture albums, people always ask, “What does your Dad look like?" "Who knows? He was always fiddling around with the camera taking everyone else's picture. I must have a zillion pictures of Mom and me smiling together."
I remember when Mom told him to teach me how to ride a bicycle. I told him not to let it go, but he said it was time. I fell and Mom ran to pick me up, but he waved her off. I was so mad I showed him, I got right back on that bike and rode it myself. He didn't even feel embarrassed and just smiled.
Whenever I called home, he acted like he wanted to talk, but he always said, "I'll get your mother." When I got married, it was Mom who cried. He just blew his nose loudly and left the room. All my life he said, "Where are you going? What time are you coming home? No, you cannot go."