Not Just A Blue Jean Imprint

by Sherry Riter in Dad,Lessons of Life

blue jeans

After sitting down at my desk this morning, I reached for my glasses. Just as I was slipping them onto my face, I noticed that the right lens had something on it. Pulling the glasses back off my face, I held them up to the light so that I could see the location of the smudge. However, it wasn’t fuzzy at all. Smack dab in the middle of my lens was a perfect fingerprint.

I’m sure it couldn’t be anyone’s except for my print because they are my glasses. It could even be proven scientifically because every person’s fingerprint is different. No two people have the same print which is totally phenomenal if you think about it. Billions of people and every print is different.

All those wiggly lines make up a unique fingerprint for an equally unique individual. No two people think, look or act exactly like another human being – not anyone who has lived, now lives or will ever live on this planet is the same. Each person makes some kind of contribution, print or stamp in history.

When my Dad died on October 15, 2010, I obviously grieved. Even when I was trying to be brave, living without him on Earth was too much pain for me to wrap my mind around.

Today, after seeing that fingerprint on my glasses, I thought about the imprint that Dad made in his life. His family and friends all had a personal relationship with him that was exclusive of all others. Each connected with him in their own way and vice versa.

Day after day Dad lived his life touching other lives along the way and making his historic print on the Earth. What kind of imprint did he make with his existence? It made me contemplate how my life might look when it is over.

I reached into the box of Dad’s clothes after I got home tonight and pulled out a pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt. As I drew them close to my face, I could faintly smell his soap. I buried my face in his t-shirt and felt an ache in my chest begin to open.

jeans and t-shirt

Meanwhile, my mind drifted off to a sunny day when I hugged his neck and could smell Old Spice. I lingered in those lovely memories only a moment because the flood gates had opened and my tears were swiftly falling down my cheeks.

Jeans and t-shirts don’t last forever and neither do our lives.

Like the hem of our jeans, sometimes we get a little frayed, but we refuse to give up or completely fall apart. We try to hold up our end of the responsibilities that fall on our shoulders and keep on moving along.

frayed jeans

There are many experiences that put a hole into our hearts that can’t always be mended. We learn to live with them and hope that others will accept us in our imperfect state.

jeans with hole

Many stitches are visible on the jeans, but there are many more inside. The threads that show on the outside have a different purpose than the hidden stitches inside. Removing a few stitches here and there could be the demise of the whole pair of jeans. So it is with our lives…a hour here and there can totally change our lives for the good or the not so good. We can hide our actions and no one will see them, but eventually every experience has an affect on the outside of our body and the rest of existence.


Each minute of our life is but a stitch in time and history. How are your stitches holding up to the test of time?

What kind of statement are you making with your life?

Dad may be gone, but he left a whole lot more than just a blue jean imprint on me. I miss you Dad wherever you are tonight.

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Sherry Riter is also known as The Redhead Riter. Sherry is witty, intelligent and addictive as she writes about cooking, family, marriage, failures, blogging tips, art, humor, inspiration, travel, PTSD and aging. Her goal is to inspire, motivate, educate and to make her audience laugh. Sherry embraces being a redhead and helps others to see the redhead point of view…"In some eras redheads were worshipped while others thought us witches. Personally, I like the former and think every day is 'Love a redhead day!'" She can also be found on Facebook, Google+, Pinterest, StumbleUpon, Linkedin, tweeting as @TheRedheadRiter and you can subscribe to her free blog feed.

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1 Tyla March 29, 2011 at 3:23 am

What a lovely tribute to your dad! Blessings always.


2 Mr Mrs Crafty March 29, 2011 at 3:41 am

I still have my DAD… He raised me and my 3 brother of which one is my twin. As a single DAD too… I am so reaching out to you and giving you a hug… Thank you for sharing your love in your family.



3 Delita March 29, 2011 at 4:46 am

Thank you for sharing the story. Love it so much and now I miss my dad at home 🙂


4 Delita March 29, 2011 at 4:48 am

Thank for sharing your lovely story and send hug for you


5 Carolyn March 29, 2011 at 4:57 am

Oh my how I could have written that myself. Down to the Old Spice scent of my dad. I lived in the jeans and tee he last wore for months.

I can only hope the threads of my life weave an existence to make him proud. Although he has been gone almost 15 years (seems like yesterday), he is with me every day and in every fiber of my being.

I send you love and hugs for the wonderful gift we were given in our fathers.


6 Kathy March 29, 2011 at 5:20 am

I love this post! Thank you.


7 PJ March 29, 2011 at 11:18 pm

A very touching post Red! I wish I would have been closer to my dad, but as you spoke, my feelings welled up inside for my mom. I remember wearing this black and shiny gold blouse until it wore out. It looked like a maternity blouse on me because when mom was sick she was so bloated that she had to wear large blouses, but also I was a "String bean" when I was little. Anyway, I wore it around the house and used it as a swimsuit cover-up. It comforted me for a very long time as well as enveloping me in "her love".
God Bless,


8 Shirley Ann March 30, 2011 at 5:01 pm

What a beautiful post! It opened my floodgates as I lost my dad in May 2010. Thank you for sharing with us.


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