Considering the amount of hardship he endured in his younger days, my dad was a remarkably easy-going fellow.
I remember growing up, no matter what the crisis was or how bad things seemed, he was always the one who stayed calm, maintained an even keel and reassured us that things would get better and yes the sun would come up again tomorrow.
With his laid back take-things-as-they-come outlook on life it was no surprise that Dad was a big fan of Jimmy Buffet’s music. And his favourite Jimmy Buffet song was Margaritaville.
Dad was the most tone-deaf person I have ever known, and though he knew well enough not to sing, he did drive us nuts by humming along to this song from beginning to end, every time it came on.
I mean he really couldn’t hold a note or carry a tune to save his life. Imagine if you can someone in the same room humming the same note over and over in the same pitch but at different volumes non-stop for four plus minutes. My brother and I would groan and plead with him to give our bleeding eardrums a break.
He would just smile and shrug, and usually hum a little louder.
A while back Dad lost his short battle with cancer; this is our second Father’s Day without him.
As much as we hated his lame-ass monotone humming, I’d give anything to hear him grooving to this song one more time.
Wherever you are Pop I hope you’re chilling in a hammock with a nice warm breeze, enjoying a cold one and driving everyone nuts while humming along to one of your favourite tunes.
To Dads everywhere: Happy Father’s Day!