Today would have been my dad’s 96th birthday. As it was he barely made it to half that. Had he lived just a few more years it would have changed my life in so many ways I can hardly begin to reckon the difference. I would have become a lawyer; I would have remained in St. Louis.
I would never have met or married my wife, my best friend and life’s chiefest blessing. Which illustrates that our lives can take many a turn.
The picture above is on my parents’ wedding day. I posted it for several reasons among them that it captures both of my parents together, something that’s fairly rare. Like me my dad disliked having his picture taken and in most pictures affects a sort of Teutonic solemnity.
But in this picture he’s smiling. Both of them are. Smiles were not rare in our home and that’s how I wish to remember them.
I’m glad smiles were not rare in your home, and I do hope you remember your father that way. I’m similar in not liking to have my photo taken, and so was my father, but I do recall him smiling.
sweet picture…. thanks for posting