Father's Day

Father's Day has always been a simple holiday.  Boil some shrimp, make potato salad, and buy a dessert.  All it took to make my Dad happy was a family meal (and shrimp.  Maybe a beer...)

This is not that Father's Day.  It's the most sad Father's Day of my life. Dad was taken so suddenly a little over a month ago, and he was such a wonderful man.

When you're growing up, what you know is what you know.



It doesn't cross your mind that things could be different than they are, or that others live those different scenarios.  As an adult, I know many people who have had difficult family lives, absent or elusive or dysfunctional fathers.

I had a Dad who loved me unconditionally and there was never a day in my life where I did not know it.



He was openly loving and kind to everyone.  He never had a son but two girly girls who liked wearing sparkly-frilly things, so he didn't play ball (though he taught us how to use power tools!) but built us doll houses and play houses and assembled trampolines.


He took us camping..

and stopped hunting after two daughters bawled that he 'killed Bambi".

He believed we could do whatever we wanted, and so raised daughters who became a doctor and an architect in turn.

He showed me not only what a good man is but what a good HUMAN BEING is.

He was a kind, happy, generous, loving soul.


And I'll miss him always.


We all will. (the nephew in my lap is now a grown man. Boy, how time flies.)

I love you, Daddy.

You'll never know how I wish you were here.

(Mom & Dad three years ago)