Charlie is my dad. He’s a gruff and wholeheartedly surly widower in his 70s. On first impression, most would assume that this pessimistic façade is an entirely valid description of who he is. But on further study, he’s actually a much tougher cat to figure out. (He’d likely bark at the comparison since he hates cats, but I digress.)
While he is unapologetically stubborn (more often than not), there’s an endearingly funny and selflessly thoughtful side to be experienced as well. It is these unintentionally entertaining moments – and all the points in between – that I’ve decided must be chronicled for posterity.
This is a story about my dad, Charlie, my discoveries about him, myself, and the lessons I’ve learned between his curses… and mine. He is a gruff and wholeheartedly surly widower in his 70s, but he is also passionately dedicated to crossword puzzles, the all too frequent cross word (hence the pun) and, as much as he might like to pretend to the contrary, his three daughters.
As for me, I’m Charlie’s daughter, Natina. After growing up with two sisters just outside Seattle, Washington I graduated college, traveled a bit, and worked and lived in three different counties including Ireland where my rabbit, Pam, is currently minding the fort. Now, back home in Seattle for the summer, I once again get to experience the joy and torment that goes along with living with Dad. To help exercise my writing talents, as well as maintain my sanity, I started this blog.
Thank you kindly for reading.