 This is the first Father's Day since my Dad died last October. Increasingly, in the past few weeks, I've been aware of the approaching twin bill of Father's Day and my Dad's birthday which is June 24th. So, even more than usual, I've been thinking about Dad.
Dad was a tad bigger than life. As with most bigger than life folks, his flaws also tended to be bigger than life, which made loving him a complex undertaking. He could be maddening - the grandiose side of him frequently led to trouble. I often thought, "If he could just keep his mouth shut...". When I visited him, I always felt that making it three days without killing him was a significant achievement.
But Dad had a huge upside. He was so smart. He had a great talent for design and a passion for art and music. He had such an active mind. He loved to try new things and was interested in absolutely everything. When he was younger, he had a vital energy that never waned. He skied, flew, partied (alcohol fueled swinging bachelor parties were a frequent occurence), water skied, kayaked, raced motorcyles, etc. He had a huge capacity for love - he loved his family, he loved Colorado and he loved his pets. So much. As much as he could.
Dad, Happy Father's Day. I still miss you. I will always miss you.
4:19:07 PM 
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