One of my memories of Pop is that he used to play the guitar and sing. We would sometimes sing as a family and sometimes pop would just entertain us. That is the memory.
It turns out that Pop wrote songs too. When he was young, when he was dating mom, apparently he sang them. From what I hear, though the accounts are definitely biased, they were pretty good too. I never heard any of those. That is the mystery.
As I dig and rummage, I find so many things that pop did, some I knew about, and those bring up memories; others I had no idea, the mysteries. Mysteries bring up questions. How come Pop never played his board game with us? What was the book that he wrote about? How come he never told us about that either?
I have no answers for the mysteries, but I have many great memories. Perhaps that is the point.
The night was thick and hazy… The fox went out on a chilly night… Memories.
How was I so fortunate to have such an amazing father… Mystery.