This fathers’ day is more than a bit bittersweet. Dad’s been gone ten years, since Thanksgiving 1999. Bryan, a devoted stepfather, is gone too, now.
Still, I’d like to think they watch over us, and I’m certain that as long as they remain in our hearts and memories they live on. I’m so thankful for the time I had with all of them, they’ve taught my boys to be excellent human beings, great boyfriends, and hopefully, someday a long time from now, really good fathers.
This picture is of my father, ca 1970, and he was probably getting ready to fly to Vietnam. Cheri’s the younger one; I’m standing, leaning on the fence. Thanks, dad – I remember you still in countless different ways.