happy father's day

I wish my dad were somewhere other than where he is. 

Today he sits in a rehab facility, and painfully tries to regain some mobility.  And when he does, he still won’t be playing tennis.  Or golf.  Or driving his beloved car.  Or going downstairs to his workshop, where he's spent hours creating or fixing things. Or going to the beach.  Well, he never really did that, unlike his girls.

I look at him now and still see the vibrant man he was.  Happy father’s Day, dad.  I love you.

with Jean and me, November 1991, wearing my hair up, the way my dad loves it