First of all - I love ginger ale - it's my favorite soda. Second of all - I put lime juice in my ginger ale - pinky swear. It's the best taste.
I could taste the ginger ale from how you described it. I cried with joy and pain reading your story of you relationship with your dad. Part of me grieved for you for those unmet needs and rejoiced with you for the time you get to have with your dad. He is special and someone used the word magical. I can see that. Only you will know how special.
May he always live on through me.
I hope for that too.
Of course you love ginger ale. With lime. After all, we are sisters. I am drinking some right now!
My dad is such a tough nut to crack. I feel this burgeoning need to write about him. It’s tricky because I need to be honest and raw. And while he’s not dishonest, he’s also not an open book...not even slightly cracked. His binding is tightly seamed, never having been used or worn. And the raw parts are tucked deep inside. Oh and he’s still alive and I’m not sure how he’d feel about my revelations and explorations. But I know I need not to wait until he’s dead to get to know him through my words.