This is one of the last pictures my dad would take of me.
It is symbolic of the kind of photographer he was. My dad loved taking pictures. He would make us pose, then snap...pose, then snap...repeat.
He'd drive us CRAZY!!! The picture above, is the result of taking several pictures in a row of me with my parakeet. The sun was shining...I could no longer gaze up.
My dad would have loved digital photography. He could have snapped, scanned, created, shaped, cut, and posted to his heart's content.
Tomorrow being Father's Day, I can't help but think about my dad and all that he had missed. He would never know the technology that comes so easily to my children. To him, it would have sounded like something from a sci-fi movie or an episode of the Twilight Zone.
Imagine describing computers, and digital cameras, and cell phones, and answering machines, and ipods, and blackberries, and dvds, and tivo, and cd's to someone whose life ended in 1966.
And yet, these are all things we can't seem to live without 40 years later. Our lives revolve around this technology. How is it that life could be so different just 40 years later?
How could life NOT be so different 40 years later?
Several weeks ago, I took my husband by the house I lived in until my dad died. I pointed out how the brick walk he set 45 years ago, was still there. My husband, being the do-it-yourself person that he is, seemed quite impressed.
For just one moment, I had a glimpse of what the relationship between my father and my husband might have been. Perhaps they would have helped eachother with home projects. Maybe they would have shared a diet coke and a laugh, while building a project or two together.
I like that image...I think I'll tuck it neatly into my heart.
Being a dad is not a position for the weak. How do you balance being "the man" of the house, with being "sensitive"? How do you teach your children what you know is right and yet, let go just enough to let them grow and conclude what is the proper fit for their own mind and heart?
I would like to pay tribute today, to two men who have helped shape my life...my dad, who you can read about here, and my husband, who you can read about here.
If my children become dads one day, I hope they will find their own way to father within the context of their unique personalities, discovering what works for each of them.
And, I hope they will remember, and come to know and embrace the the roots of loyalty, humor, and hard work from which they came.
Happy Father's Day.