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!