It’s been a month since my father passed away and I’m still feeling much the same as I did when I first heard the news. The last 30 days have been a blur of shock, grief, anger and disbelief but through it all there have been unforgettable acts of kindness from friends and family.
There have also been small moments that remind me to be grateful for the time I had with my father. One of those small moments was when a long time family friend and all around top-notch guy sent me the picture below.
From left to right is my father and a neighbor that I don’t remember. It’s 1966 or 1967 which makes my dad at least 11 but no older than 12.
In the last few weeks I’ve seen about 200 photos of my father but this one is my favorite because of the look on his face. When I knew him, my father always seemed endlessly confident, like he knew all of the answers in advance and was just watching things play out while he waited for his moment. I always assumed that he developed this trait as an adult but this picture tells me that he may have had it all along.
It hurts every time I remember he’s gone because I know that I’m never going to turn to him in a moment of trouble, see that look on his face and feel like everything is going to be okay.
Update: Over the past week I’ve shared this picture with some friends who have all pointed out how much I look like my dad does in the photo above. To that I say two things: Thanks for telling me I look like a 12 year old boy and you are correct. Please see the photo of me below.
Take away my glasses and trade the flask for a football and I look just like my dad did when he was a kid, right down to the smarty pants smirk on my face.