Daddy wasn’t much of a movie goer, he would wait until they came on TBS to catch up. Usually years after the movie was released. (This was long before DVD or live-streaming….. I know, imagine the horrors!)
In 1976 when Rocky was released daddy wanted to see it, so with Sam away at college, mama and I took daddy to the movie theater.
He loved the movie and I watched it again with him on TV a few years before he died. Daddy was a boxer when he was young and on the rare occasion that he would tell us stories about those days they were always entertaining.
The last time daddy was in the hospital, our immediate family and some of our extended family were all gathered in his hospital room….. he told us stories that day, about his childhood, teen years and boxing. I will cherish those stories forever.
Last year, I had the opportunity to visit Philadelphia for my work. In addition to the Liberty Bell and historic monuments, the “Rocky steps” at the Philadelphia Art Museum were on my list of must visit.
I didn’t attempt to run the steps, but I walked them and thought about my daddy each step of the climb. I miss my daddy every day, but cherish the wonderful memories he left me.