Happy Birthday, Dad
Today is my father’s birthday. He was without a doubt the most brilliant, artistic, loving person I’ve ever known. He’s as close to a hero as I’ve ever had. He could also be maddeningly stubborn, contrary and argumentative. I see him in myself more every day. And every day, I realize more clearly how lucky I was to have him as a father. I miss him more than I can express.
One of my best compliments to people I meet is, “I wish you could have met my father. He would have loved you.”
wow. you won’t beleive how often i’ve had that same thought about a new pal – “I wish you could have met my father. He would have loved you.” One of my boyfriends DID meet my DAD; the very first time, while both were nervous (this was over 10 years ago) knowing how great each was, I was quite confident they’d love each other, and they did! But I get sad sometimes when newer friends, boyrfriends or otherwise, can’t share those memories of my father with me……
That is a great picture.
your dad and my mom could probably have competed for the stubborn, contrary and argumentative prize. I miss her terribly and always recognize her birthday. I too wish that she was still around to introduce to people. She touched a a lot of peoples lives though. People just loved her and told her everything. Made my life hell at some points, but i love her just as much as everyone else did. revel in the remembrances.
This issue has been one of the hardest things to deal with about my father’s death. It kills me to know that whenever I meet someone special, or just a friend, I’ll never again be able to introduce them to my father. No one else will ever be able to see first hand why I am the way I am or why I look like I do or where my traditions have come from.
I had a wonderful past with my father and I never mourned it. All of my mourning has alwas been for the future.
What a beautiful picture! Your father’s love for you shines right through the camera lens.