Father’s Day, since mine passed, has not been the same – how could it be? I have to believe that he is in a better place. Today I walked around outdoors (which is where he was most comfortable) and thought about the happier times. My father instilled in me a great love and curiosity for all things wild. We shared the joys of gardening, fishing, dogs, raw clams, the ocean … and so much more. He may not have been interested in literature or the arts , but he made college a reality for me. He was gruff and opinionated and stubborn. But he loved his family and he loved a good joke and he was truly a man’s man. I miss him more with each passing year.
I took this image the morning before my dad died.