Tonight I saw a picture of my dad, probably taken in or around 1995 or 96. Arm around his sister, cigarette dangling from his fingers, tatoos still clear and proud. damn I miss him. That smile, that laugh, those eyes that never, well almost never, lost their sparkle. He loved life, loved the people around him, loved to be doing something, almost anything. this man could make sitting at the tides edge, digging for shells and fiddler crabs a whole day’s adventure.
I hope my kids remember their dad and I the way I remember dad. Always present, always caring, always mine.