My father was diagnosed with two fatal brain tumors November 2002. This rendering (right) is of the last photo ever taken of him. Of course we had no idea that he was going to die a few days later.
I love it, because although he wasn’t able to speak by that time, he was watching his grand kids (my kids) play in the yard and this smile is sooo HIS SMILE! Makes me (smile) just looking at it.
For one human being to love another; that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation. — Rainer Maria Rilke
This is my dad. I’m missing him today. He died May 19th, 2003. When I look at this picture, it still doesn’t seem to be real.
He traveled a lot. He was gone as much as he was at home growing up. So when I think of him as dead, well it’s really more of a gone feeling. Which is very different than dead.
My dad was a mixed blessing. I guess you take the good with the bad when it comes to parents. Right now, I’d take anything from him. I miss him so much.
With all I have learned about photography, I wish that I had one last chance to take his photo. Oh how I would have loved that.
I’m looking to hear your thoughts about my dad.
I’ll write more later about mine. I do have poems about him, but I don’t want to focus on that pain right now. If you want to read them look under Poetry.