A Day Late, But Happy Father’s Day
I moved to Seattle shortly after graduating from college, after the startup I had worked at for the previous three years in Atlanta went through major layoffs and those of us who were kept were not paid for a few months (yes, I worked without pay for a few months).
After I had lived in Seattle for almost a year, my dad decided the family should come visit me in my new city. I think he was trying to understand how I moved so far away and why I said Seattle was the most gorgeous city I had ever lived in. My parents and three siblings flew out to visit me. They spent a few days in town and a few days up in the San Juans, north of Seattle.
I think he understood my love for the area by the time he left. I wonder sometimes what he would think if he knew DH and I moved back to the not-so-scenic DC shortly after his death.
Dad throwing a pot on Orcas Island
I think of Dad sitting at this pottery wheel — fumbling but smiling — when the side of me that is afraid to try new things speaks up to try to discourage me. Miss you, Dad. Thanks for all the inspiration and support and understanding. You were a great Dad.
What a sweet post (and it’s never a day late to honor your dad)
What a lovely tribute to your dad. I love the picture, too.
He looks like such a happy, friendly person.
What a happy picture of him….a great tribute.
What a sweet tribute to your dad. I love the picture of him – it’s clear that he enjoyed being at the wheel.
That was the best family trip ever! I really liked the San Juans and I know what you mean about dad. We went to Jawa’s daughter’s first birthday party and it was a huge setup of Indian food. None of us knew how to eat it, what to get, etc. Dad always seemed confident in those situations, he asked about the food and tried everything.
I keep that in mind and try not to be reluctant about new experiences.
Every time I talked with your dad, he struck me with his wit, warmth and intelligence. *hugs*