Today would have been my father’s 87th birthday. It’s hard to believe that he has been gone for 14 years. Hard, also, to fathom that my mother is gone now as well. It has been difficult for me to post much on this photo blog since my mother’s death in June. So much of what this was about (given its origins as a present for her 85th birthday) was the conversation it stimulated. I would post a photo and my mother would follow up with further thoughts or pieces of information I never knew. For the last year of her life, it was a rich part of our life together. But there are more photos to share, my mother’s ten grandchildren to share them with, and a rising generation beyond that, so (however slowly and irregularly) my plan is to keep going. But for today, just a simple Happy Birthday, Dad. Love you.
Happy Birthday, Dad
