I don’t have many photos of my dad, so the ones I do have are really quite special, like this one of him during his army days, stationed in Alaska, showing off the catch of the day. This is the part of the man I didn’t get to know. I often wondered what it would be like to see him as a young man.
My thoughts of dad on Father’s Day went back to my first realization of getting news that he died, that he would never get to see my restaurant, and I would never get to push a pint of ale across the bar in his direction and hear him say what he said so many times, “I’m so proud of you, son.”
A dad has that kind of power in his words, and I think about who is looking to me for similar validation? I think I am up for the task.
How about you?