I wanted to post a picture of my dad with me on his knee taken in front of our climbing rose bushes. I was just a few months old. Sadly all I have is a Kodachrome slide and I can’t get it to scan or anything……bummer.
I am so blessed, because at 85 my dad is still with us. He has changed much in the last 7 or so years, but I am also blessed with vivid memories and the love he’s always given me.
My dad was always the “fun” one. He was generous with hugs and teasing and playing. He gave all of us his time and he was generous with his money too. He hated to say no to anything we wanted, and he worked hard to give his children what we needed and what we desired.
This imperfect man made my childhood mostly happy and safe, but nothing is perfect, but many years later I’m happy that the good memories out weigh the bad.
I am the youngest of four children, born to a 32 year old mother and a 35 year old father. I saw my dad work hard and my mom hold the fort down at home. He gave me a love of old movies and a sense of adventure. We took fabulous family vacations, not always expensive, but we went. He did not give me his green thumb, nor his love of gardening, oh if I only had a part of that. He gave me his passion for supporting what is right and fighting for equality and the rights for the little man(person).
So here is wishing my father a very Happy Father’s Day, no, he won’t be reading this,but I’ll be calling him to wish him the best and tell him again how much I love him.
He is my dad just last week with my mom and Caitie.
I love you Daddy!!