Father's like mine
I’ve been humming a lot lately. People have been noticing even when I don’t notice that I am doing it. My Dad hummed. He hummed and whistled all the time. It’s very calming actually. The body's way to regulate oneself under stress or overthinking I assume. I am happy to be carrying on the tradition. It makes me feel close to my Dad who for most of my life was 300 and something miles away. One of my last 300 mile visits up to see him he had just moved into a new house. I was helping him organize his office. He was listening to his standard western honky tonk music, singing at the top of his lungs, and drumming on his desk; a standard practice for my Dad. He really should have been a drummer. I was having the best time just singing and laughing with him. He was sick already at the time but in that moment he let us both forget that he was. I’m so glad for that memory. My brain has been working overtime these last couple of years so I’m thankful when I can revisit my paren...