Sunday, June 20, 2010
The object #5 Photo of my Dad
Of course I never knew the little boy, but I see the man already there. The smile, the way he squinted into the sun. You can see that same expression here. My Dad was such a good man. Such a good father. Such a good son. Such a good grandfather. Such a good friend.
I feel so sad to read about the difficult, troubled and sometimes abusive relationships people have with their fathers. With my Dad it was pretty simple. My Dad just loved us—would have done anything for us. Except for the one thing he couldn't do, which was stick around a little longer. He's been gone for 12 years and I've thought of him every single day.