Father's Day

Father's Day can be a very emotional day when you no longer have a father. I was quite close to my Daddy. We butted heads at times, but who doesn't with their parents. He was a quiet man. If he didn't have something to say, he didn't. The ultimate in praise for something you cooked was "not bad." When we were little my sister, the neighbor boys and I had a rotten vegetable fight in the garden. He joined in, nailing my sister in the back with a rotten tomato. She started yelling as he stood there snickering. God, I love that memory. He loved his dogs, his music, his vegetable garden, his family. And he left us much too soon.

W.A.N. 1935-2001

My wedding day in 1995. He cleaned up well!

Christmas morning, 1996. This was much more typical of how he looked.

The Aussie and my Dad on an unseasonably cold June day in 2000 in Cape Cod.

Family portrait Christmas 2000. This was the last Christmas we had with Daddy.

Damn, I miss him. I'm crying as I type this. The years will pass, and I have complete faith that I will see you again. Give the dogs pats and give a kiss to Byrde Byrde for me and tell her I miss her too.

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I've been going through my boxes of pictures trying to find ones from my Australia trips. I don't have many pictures of The Aussie's Dad. I've only been to Australia twice, so I didn't spend much time with him. A barrister for many years, he loved a good argument and he loved his little chihuahua Kyrie. Somewhere I have a picture of the two of them. I have to keep digging.

This was taken December 26, 1997.
D.S. 1923 - 2006

If you're blessed enough to still have your father in your life you are very fortunate. Happy Father's Day, Daddy and Doug.