One of the most comforting memories of being a kid was watching Hockey Night in Canada on Saturday night with my dad. I was too little to understand the game, and I didn't much care. I always had the seat of honour tucked in beside my dad in his recliner. Most nights I would fall asleep before the game would end. He would wake me up at the end of the game to send me to bed, and I would always ask, "Did Montreal win?" My father was born and raised in Montreal and it was always our favourite team. It still is for me, to the point where I have a son named Dryden.
Those Saturday nights were not so much about the hockey. They were about that warm and safe feeling I felt. Knowing I was in the presence of love. My dad and I had a very special bond. I can sit here now and remember the smell of his Old Spice.
My dad passed away on May 29th, 2002. He was 95 years old. I miss him every day.
I watch Hockey Night in Canada on Saturday nights. Now I understand the game and enjoy the game. I still cheer for Montreal. My kids cheer for Montreal too! I don't have a recliner to snuggle up with one of kids in, but the sound of the theme song sends me right back there.
Oh the places you will go
3 years ago
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OH Hockey Night in Canada....that was tradition in our house...Rocket Richard or Yvan Cournoyer....those names just stick in my mind and the memories come flooding in....My father as well wore Old Spice....I can remember snuggling in against him and the smell....or after he got out of bed I would sometimes climb in with my mom and the smell of the old spice would be there...yes memories....my father has been gone for 20 years now...but those memories are still fresh in my mind.
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