Here are two snapshots of me and my Dad. The first is one of the earliest pictures of us, taken in 1957 when I was just nine days old. Mom and Dad look pretty proud to be parents. I love the way I’m looking at him.
The second one was taken nearly 47 years later on Dad’s 70th birthday, just two months before he died after a ten year battle with cancer. It’s the last picture I had taken with him, and one of my all time favorites. I love the way he’s looking at me.
I hope the lifetime we shared between these two photos brought him much more joy than sadness, more pride than disappointment, more laughter than tears.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad.
December 20, 1957
October 12, 2004
