Having my father's eyes made life more difficult sometimes. Not only did I have his eyes, but his smile, his walking gait, height, sense of humor, sarcasm... lots of things. His family told me that seeing me was like seeing him again. The reason it was difficult was because my mother couldn't seem to ever forgive me for being so much like him -- as though I had any control over that. They were separated when he died in 1967 at the age of 44 (forever young!). June 6th was his birthday, so that's what the day will always mean to me.I wrote more about him in this older post.
Plaque found on a bench in the Lady Bird Johnson Wildflower Center.
2 comments:
Love that picture. I'm sorry you lost your dad when you were so, so young, and that somehow you bore a burden that many would have considered a blessing. I hope you're finding a way to celebrate your connection to him today.
Great picture!!
My oldest daughter looks just like her father. The baby pics are almost indistinguishable.
I don't wish losing a parent at a young age on anyone.
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