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I Was Born at a Very Early Age - Part 2

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I Was Born at a Very Early Age - Part 2

That's my dad for you... getting his hands deep into the knitty-gritty, when most others would just back off a safe distance away saying, "No thanks! Maybe when Armageddon comes a'knocking we can talk religion, but right now I'm in the middle of favorite show so.... bye!". I have much respect for him in that sense... a hard working man as well as a man who never stops thinking... even when on the coattails of turning 60. Still in the fields of repairing roofs, fixing leaky pipes, (even building tree-houses for the overly eccentric clients that don't even have kids that would enjoy it). My siblings and I would unanimously agree that he's been in construction since the dawn of time. And in some ways that statement isn't so far off from the truth - depending of course on who's "time" you are referring too. In my heart and soul he will always be high in my book of Highly Admired People. But of course there will always be those personality traits I wish were apart of him. I can say this, in complete honesty, that I don't believe he ever once remembered my birthday. I don't hold it against him by any means. Truth be told he doesn't remember ANY holidays whatsoever (Fourth of July, Christmas, not even his own birthday, bless his soul). He's just not wired that way. To him a holiday is nothing more than a glorified day where telemarketers and business men take full advantage of. "Feel like your mother doesn't appreciate you enough? Well here's something that will change her mind, this coming mother's day. A brand new 24 carat diamond encrusted necklace that's guaranteed to dazzle those eyes. You can beam with pride when you hand it to her... I went to Jared, yes, indeed!". But in some ways I mourn his inability to become engrossed in a monotonous no-nothing conversation. We can't discuss movies, musicians or any upcoming local events. Sometimes I feel as though if the topic isn't of dire importance, he won't give it a second look. Sports won't hold his attention... doesn't everybody know the Superbowl is just a distraction from all the wars going on around us? Doesn't at times, we resemble Hitler hiding his bunker, drinking wine and eating gourmet delicacies of pate and caviar, while the rest of the world is battling it out? Perhaps he's a victim of too much truth and it consumes him... perhaps I just have a truth deficiency and just smile away, in ignorance, at some comedian on the TV, "I have no idea why I'm laughing, but I guess I'll sit awhile, and wait for this steeple of ours to come crashing down upon us." This proves just how much I take after my dad... might as well have a Walmart worthy button pinned to my shirt at all times, "HI! MY NAME IS TIM AND I'M A HOPELESS MELODRAMATIC... FREE SAMPLE?". Truth be told, I guess we both have elements of wisdom and elements of pessimism deeply ingrained into our thick skulls. It's one of the most difficult things in the world to explain the complexities (or in some cases, lack there of) of Garold Hicks. When my friends inquired, I'd cut it short saying, "Well he's different... not all that social I suppose." But I feel that is a great injustice to his personality, to sum it all up in pocket-sized sentence that takes barely more than a short exhale of breath, to let out. It's hard to end this ode of him, and still leave the reader with a clear sense of purpose, or any real sense of conclusion. I guess it's only fitting to end this piece, once and for all, with yet another my dad's witty zingers,

"I used to think I was in indecisive...

... but now I'm not so sure."

NOTE: I wanted to write a piece about my dad for ages, but couldn't find the words. He really is a strange person (and I don't mean to be insulting for I'm very much like him).

Copyright © Timothy Hicks

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  1. Date: 6/12/2013 8:58:00 AM
    Your dad sounds so interesting! Everyone's different that's for sure. This was such a great piece and I love how you expressed yourself so well about him. It's really sweet! *Claps*

    Hicks Avatar Timothy Hicks
    Date: 6/12/2013 11:22:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    He's definitely his own person no doubt... I take after him the most. Thanks for making it through both parts :)
  1. Date: 6/11/2013 2:06:00 AM
    Well the second half is just as good as the first. I remember when I first got a computer. I stayed on that thing for hours. I do think ignorance is good sometimes,, meaning I watch too many Peta videos ;},,, very nice write ;}

    Hicks Avatar Timothy Hicks
    Date: 6/11/2013 10:24:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Ignorance isn't good according to pops... ha ha. My dad probably spends more time on the computer than I do (no joke!). Course he spends more quality time on it with all the research he does... with me I'll most likely just be browsing through Youtube and Facebook... lol. Thanks for reading and enjoying!
  1. Date: 6/7/2013 9:16:00 AM
    Tremendous dedication, I hope you let him read it. I am sure he would be moved and honored. He is a man worthy of respect an admiration.

    Hicks Avatar Timothy Hicks
    Date: 6/8/2013 12:12:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thanks Rick! My dad's a pretty special guy methinks... maybe sometime I'll let him read it!
  1. Date: 6/6/2013 1:01:00 AM
    This is wonderful and epic. It is always interesting to read a childs bio about a parent, we all have so many little truths in our lives that people rarely see. Your father sounds like a hoot!

    Hicks Avatar Timothy Hicks
    Date: 6/7/2013 12:18:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    He is quite hilarious (to me, however... most find his sense of humor outdated, but not me!)... thanks for taking the time to read this very lengthy bio :)
  1. Date: 6/5/2013 12:06:00 PM
    I wouldn't worry Tim, he sounds a treasure compared to some. Take care, Richard

    Hicks Avatar Timothy Hicks
    Date: 6/5/2013 11:21:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Yeah, I feel grateful to have a dad like mine. He is, eccentric, but I'd much rather that than normalcy... ha ha. Thanks for taking the time to read this all the way through!
  1. Date: 6/5/2013 8:05:00 AM
    and it was a beautiful piece indeed. I must admit i enjoyed this especial the beginning. I can see how much love you have for him and perhaps strange is not the word but more different from the rest. I still wish i could have moments with my dad again.

    Hicks Avatar Timothy Hicks
    Date: 6/5/2013 11:20:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thanks Sasha. My dad is a great deal older than me (40 years). He had me quite late, no? He's definitely his own person, and I respect him on many levels... thanks for reading the very lengthy bio!