Remembering Dad, and Everyone Else

Today was the 15th anniversary of my father's death. In between doing my usual work and having my osteopathy treatment, I thought about Dad. During dinner, I even toasted to his memory. He loved Manhattans, but all I had was Scotch and Coke. Sorry, Dad! Oh yeah, you also liked Tom Collins, too.

In so many ways we were a lot alike, and in other ways we were nothing alike. Whenever I'm tidying up, or I deal with my finances with great care, I think of you - I definitely inherited your OCD, and I thank you for it!

I just finished a painting of Rob and Dandylion, and I feel like I want to paint a portrait of you next. I would definitely have to put your pipe in your mouth, and have you wearing your tennis whites. You seemed happiest when you were either smoking your pipe or playing tennis.

I found these photos yesterday and they bring me joy, sadness, and a sense of wonder.  So many people I've known and loved; so many years have passed; there have been so many different versions of everyone, including myself.  Sometimes life seems to be just one big illusiion ....

One thing I'm sure is not an illusion, however, and that is love.

I love you, Dad, and I miss you!  I hope you're eating fish and chips, and drinking Manhattans ....