Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Going to Church with the Daddy

 

One of the last times I went to church with the Daddy was to a Good Friday service. The Mama scored big that day as she not only got the Daddy to go with her, but me. I don't know how she did it. Maybe I didn't even sulk as I drove them to church. More than likely I did daydream through the service. That is, until the Daddy caught my attention.

 It was a struggle for his old bones to do all the physical activity that takes place during a Catholic mass, especially at the longer Good Friday service. You stand, sit, and kneel a lot.  I don't think the Daddy realized he was protesting out loud. I still wonder if God and I were the only ones who heard him.

Stand.
Sit.
Kneel.
"Shit."

 Sit.
Stand.
Kneel.
"Fuck."

 Kneel.
Stand.
"God damn."
Sit.
Stand.
Sit.
Kneel.
"Shit. Fuck. God damn."

 The Husband loves this story. After all, what's not to like: An old man swears in church.

 How I miss the Daddy.

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4 comments:

  1. Oh that is funny. Maybe that is why the Pope is quitting. How can a pope quit? Does he just wake up one morning and decide he doesn't want to be Pope anymore. I thought that was a lifetime job.

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  2. Manzi, sounded exactly what he did. Woke up and said, that's it for me.

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  3. LOL ... A man of few words, your dad?

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  4. widdershins, Yep. That was the Daddy--a man of few, but precise, words. :-)

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