It is so strange to realize that my dad has been gone for 32 years. I had him in my life for such a short time.
Still, I have a lot of memories of my father. He taught me so many things.
A very physical guy, he taught me to ice skate, ride horses, snow and water ski, sail, and more.
He was an architect and a structural engineer. He built furniture. He was a pilot in the navy during WW2 but he rarely talked about it. He had the voice of an angel. He sang in a barbershop quartet, a chorus, and always sang in his church choir. He swore like a pirate.
I think about him every single day. I wish he had known my husband and daughters.
Some holidays and anniversaries are more difficult than others in reference to my dad, but it is what it is.
I think he would be tickled about how I have lived my life. I know he would have liked my husband. There is no doubt he would have been enchanted by his granddaughters. He would have especially enjoyed their quirky humor.
So, I have a ritual that I use to honor my loved ones on these anniversaries. It is different for each, but important to me.
Dad (R) with his sister, Maxine
Dad (L) with my uncle Ralph (center) and Maxine
This is a "Lil Rascals" shot!
L-R: Marjory, Maude (my grandmother), Rex, Roger, Ralph, George (my grandfather), and Maxine
My uncle Roger, like me, is the last member of his family-of-origin.