My dad was an awesome person. He worked hard his whole life, and sacrificed a lot of personal time, to build a life for himself and my mom; he raised my brothers as his own, and treated me like a princess (when he wasn’t riding my ass like a rodeo clown to work harder, think bigger, and be stronger). I got to know him so well in my twenties, and was able to recognize and cherish the twin coins of my personality - what I get from my mother, and what I get from him.
Today (February 9th, 2012) would have been his 72nd birthday, and it’s our third year without him here to celebrate it. I love looking through these photos, even though he usually hated poising for them, and seeing the great trips and dinners and weekends we spent together in the last ten years of his life (plus some vintage baby photos thrown in).
Miss you, buddy.