My dad died four years ago today, just after I turned 27. It was Father’s Day, which fits, because my dad was always a bit of a wiseass.
Anyway, I had to share this 80s photo of us together (above) on the train at the Museum of Life & Science in Durham, NC, and the tribute to a few dads that Glamour ran in their June issue (below).
The third from the left is my dad (duh). His high school girlfriend, Jane Miller, really did fly in for the memorial and give me this old photo she had of him, which I will always remember as an endlessly thoughtful gesture. He’s studying his lines for the Germantown Academy school play, Arsenic and Old Lace , and I love his plaid shirt–he’s a Philadelphia private-school boy through and through in that shot.
Have a great weekend, and hug your dad!
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I thought that Glamour pic belonged to you. I guess, having never really known my dad, I just stay away from anything father-related. Especially Father’s Day. Same with Mother’s Day, but that’s just because it hurts too much to remember, I guess. Anyway, it’s really great that you can have memories like these and not take them for granted, like so many people do. It just makes me so angry when some whiny people rant about how evil their parents are, how they wish they would just leave them alone, etc. You never know how much time you have left, so you should take advantage of every opportunity you have!
I’ve been scanning in old family photos and I’m having small fits of nostalgia as I do it. It’s a stark reminder that time waits for no one and no thing.
Thanks for sharing.
Aw, those are some really cool pictures. Thanks for showing us.
Very touching! Thank you so much for sharing, and I’m sending happy thoughts your way.
Aww you were so cute last time! :]
Thanks for sharing those photos!
Wonderful memories. Thanks for sharing.
I scanned my dad’s old photo album a few years ago, and naturally being a bit weird I was bawling by photo #20.
It must have been a pretty funny sight now that I look back, haha. My dad died when I was ten, but he’s always here. :]
Made me get a lump in my throat Melissa. Thanks for opening up your memory box and letting us in.
I’m sorry, Melissa. =(
But I’m glad you were able to get that photo. =)
Thanks for sharing, Melissa. It sucks to lose a parent. Sending bunches and bunches of hugs..