I haven’t been able to say that in person, along with a big hug, to my dad for 20 years. Thanks to my family and my memories though, he’s still been around in a way all that time. Life is life and although there’s lots of things that we can control or steer, there’s so many that we can’t. Not that I would wish anyone losing their dad at such a young age and not that I wouldn’t give anything in the world to have had my dad around for the last 20 years I realize that I probably dealt with it better as a child than I ever would as an adult. I guess you don’t truly realize the significance as a child and children have this amazing power to bounce back.
Over the years I still have people I know and even strangers say the nicest things to me about my dad. Now that I’m an adult with many personal, social & professional circles I’ve come to realize what kind of guy my dad was. It’s interesting how the significance of my memories have changed with my perspective as an adult. I’ve come to realize that my dad was one of those people, the type that everyone wanted to be friends with, that lit up a room when he entered, the life of the party, the favourite uncle, etc. I was at a wedding once and at least 5 different men came up to me to tell me that my dad was their best friend. I’m so proud to say that he was that kinda guy.
Here’s a small gallery of some of my favourites, in loving memory.
My favourite pic. That expression!
Proud papa with his perfect first born 😉
Dad and his girls.
Family shot. Probably around 1985.