August 12, 2007
Wonder, pride, joy – in early photos, we’re sharing delighted smiles. Years passed and you embarrassed me, sometimes gleefully. Your well of patience, once so endless, was more limited. A few more years and we wanted the same things for me, but clashed over irreconcilable differences. With perspective, you took the long view; I was drowning in the macro-immediacy of teen angst. The peculiar alchemy of fathers and daughters meant some conflicts over my “best interest” left me scarred. Yet, underneath it all, I still see you with wonder, pride, joy. Someday, our newest photos will show that. Happy Birthday, Dad.