A Story About My Dad


Hello fellow Geeklings! I’m going to take a little turn from the usual full on geekiness of the site and focus on telling a specific story today. Yes there will be geek elements to it but for the most part it’s a story celebrating the awesomeness of my father. About two years ago my father passed from his battle with brain cancer, and it has been one of the more difficult events in my life to process. Like anyone who has lost someone close to them I’ve run the gambit of emotions. There’s anger and sadness to how unfair it is to the how could it possibly happen to such a good person. And everyone deals with grief differently and I have allowed myself to try and let go of those negative feelings and focus more on the fact that my father existed and I got to spend time with him. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still sad and frustrated, but I try not to let those feelings dominate how I remember my Dad. I just choose to let the positives outshine the negatives. Because when push comes to shove I got to spend an enormous amount of time with my father, he was one of my favorite people on this planet, and that fact alone is enough to celebrate.

So with that being said I wanted to take today to share a specific story about my Dad. A geeky story of course which is funny considering my Dad was not the geeky parent. That title belongs to my mother. Not saying that my Dad wouldn’t entertain my geeky rambles but when push came to shove it was easy to see that things like  Lord of the Rings really weren’t his jam. Which is what makes this story all types of cute.

Let’s flashback all the way to 1993. I’m perfectly aware there are some of you reading this who weren’t even born then. To those of you I’d like to say shut up and keep that info to yourself. Back in 1993 I would have been eleven, still playing with action figures, and wondering just how I could become a professional wrestler (#lifegoals). Back then this thing called the internet didn’t exist the way it does now so we got news in a way different matter…newspapers or television anchors. Unbeknownst to me there was a story circulating that DC comics was about to kill off Superman which was a huge deal. Superman was iconic and the fact that DC was going to kill him was a massive story that really shook up the comic book landscape. Again I’d like to remind you that this was 1993 and comic book deaths at this point were taken much more seriously.

My Dad had heard about this story and decided that this was something that needed to be experienced. On the Tuesday before the issue was to be released my father told me that he was going to take me to the comic book store at midnight because they were releasing an issue where Superman was going to die, and this was important. I had no idea of this news and instantly got excited about the trip. I was a comic book reader, no where to the extent that I am now, and thought how very cool and valuable this issue would be. I was still living in a world mind you where baseball and basektball cards were the key to becoming rich. Got to get those inserts!

DOS02I stayed up all night playing with my action figures in the living room while my parents watched TV and did parent like things. Finally my father informed me it was time to leave and we packed up and headed to the comic book store where we would stand on line for what seemed like hours waiting for midnight. When the clock struck twelve we made our we up the line and my Dad purchased me the pre-bagged copy of the death of Superman and we headed on home. I remember it being a surreal night, and the ceiling. I remember standing next to my Dad in line and staring at the florescent lights on the ceiling. Strange.  The store was filled with a bunch of people standing in line for a comic at a time where they should’ve been home sleeping or playing D&D. And there was my Dad with his eleven year old son patiently waiting for the line to start moving. There almost seemed like there was something scandalous about it like it was some serious back alley type stuff.

What I remember most of this night isn’t the fact that I went home and opened the bag to read the comic, making the book more or less worthless (D’oh!), it was the fact that my Dad heard about a comic book and got excited enough about it’s importance to take his son to a comic book shop at midnight. While my Dad wasn’t a big time geek he knew that I was and decided to do something special on the day DC killed it’s most iconic character. I remember from that day forward my Dad taking me to the comic book shop to get issues about the return of Superman (see no one stays dead in comics) or Calvin and Hobbes books or Aliens vs Predator comics. The comic book shop become a frequent visit with my Dad playing driver.

I haven’t thought of this story in awhile but wanting to share a story about my Dad, on my geeky website, this memory immediately surfaced. I guess I just wanted to say thank you to him in a way. I’m sure I said it then but it’s different now when you can reflect back on it. As an adult, or whatever it is I am, I can see just how special and touching the moment was. It’s funny how life works. Sometimes time is needed to see all the tiny gestures people do that make you appreciate them as incredible humans. As I’ve gotten older I’ve been able to reflect on those moments with my Dad and I keep realizing how lucky I am to have had him in my life. And despite his passing his actions and presence still influences the type of man I want to be.

So, to my Dad, thanks for taking me at midnight to buy that comic. You’re kind of a badass and an amazing father. I’m sure standing in line with a bunch of nerds (a large amount of them adult nerds if I can remember) was a strange way to spend a couple of hours in 1993, but this kid thought it was the absolute coolest. Clearly it’s one of those memories that has stuck, and is a testament to how awesome you were at dadding. Thank you.

Now if you’ll excuse me fellow Geeklings, I’m going to head down to the cemetery and have a beer with one of my favorite people. See you all tomorrow!

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