Ode To Kevin Costner. I mean, Dad.

It was the winter of 1995, and my dear friend had just dropped me off after dance rehearsal.  While Indigo Girls blared from her car, I hopped out, barreled into my kitchen, and slapped a permission slip on the counter. I then announced the 4 words that will get the attention of any parents of a 15-year-old girl. “I’m going to Miami!”  Let’s just say that discussion ensued.  Within minutes, it was decided that my dad was going as well. I don’t know if it was because he knew that I was a magnet for trouble, or because he was inspired by Kevin Costner. (He had been listening to The Bodyguard CD for the past 2 years on repeat.)

After months of excitement building, we were on our way. What unfolded was an unforgettable weekend of master dance classes, impromptu street parties (Ayyyyy Macarena!), knock-off Birkenstock shopping, and palm tree climbing (ouch).

Dad passed away 15 years later. Since then, I had felt a bit of sadness when looking back at that weekend. Because, while I have so many memories, I don’t seem to have memories of things my dad said during that trip. I just recall him being there. Watching from a distance to ensure our safety. Laughing and shaking his head while we acted like turkeys in a conga line. Nodding yes or no to ensure that I didn’t get ripped off by a street vendor.

But at this moment, as I write this from his old recliner, I feel so much magic and joy. I realize today, on his birthday, that his presence now is just as strong as his presence was then. I feel him looking over me, laughing at me, and giving me guidance. Dare I say that the feeling of his presence today is just as strong as it was during that weekend in Miami.

What a gift it is to tap into that feeling. What a gift it is to realize that there are more senses than the five that we were taught in school. Those other senses are eternal. As is my love for my dad. Thank you Dad. Happy birthday. *Cue Whitney’s “I Will Always Love You”*