FREDERICTON, NB — Neighborhood daddy Andrew Stevens isalso, according to everybody who knows him, an fantastic father who gets the freedom of spending a lot of quality time with his two children, Hunter and Isabel. Nevertheless sources indicate that, later on, 100% of their children’s memories about their father is going to be of him talking about — or demonstrating his being in a state of pure fatigue.
“I remember we’d wake dad up at five in the morning,” future Isabel will reminisce about her youth. “And he would shuffle around mumbling. ‘So ancient… who wants to have a rest? … why’s it ancient?’ Then he would lie down on the ground and we’d jump on top of him to get a couple hours. Those were the golden years”
Both Hunter and Isabel can, at future dinner parties, so quotation their favorite advice from their father, like, “I must have gone to bed when you did”, and “Why do you have so much power? And why am I a mere husk of a man?”
Andrew, that does not suffer from any mental or physical clinical illness aside from parenthood, will be fondly remembered by Hunter for his attempts driving his children to a dizzying variety of extra-curricular pursuits. “He’d pick us up at the rec centre with this far away look in his face, like the tide of his soul was at its lowest ebb, and his mouth wide open. And he would say ‘I really did this. I made it through the day. ”’
Even at Stevens’ funeral, a long time from today, Hunter and Isabel will give lengthy, flowery eulogies praising the qualities of this man who raised them, and each and every anecdote they use to exemplify their love for their father will include at least one instance of Andrew yawning, muttering the word ‘tired’ differently, or placing his trousers on backward because he stayed up late the night ahead for his teen kid to come home.
Isabel along with Hunter’s favorite anecdote in their father is going to be the Christmas when they wake up to find their father asleep with the Christmas tree, clutching scissors along with wrap paper, surrounded by unwrapped presents. “He had no option but to concede there was no Santa Claus immediately,” Isabel will remember using a hot twinkle in her eye. “And he then slouched up the stairs and into bed, saying under his breath ‘I shouldn’t have eaten this hot milk. ”’
Eventually Hunter will hang a picture of his father in his analysis. Beneath the portrait is going to be a quote: “I can not remember the last time that I have eight consecutive hours of sleep. Stop it. Please stop doing this. That’s my face. Oh God, I am so exhausted.”