Saturday, June 20, 2009
A Different Sort of Father's Day
It is officially midnight. Father's Day is now here (at least that's the way I visualize how my birthday begins each year).
Father's Day has such a different meaning for me this year as many of you know. I have been leaky for the last few days, weeping at the site of babies, old men, bagels, Elmers glue, photos of my dad, blue-eyed people, small mentions of my father. Sometimes nothing at all. My cat yawned and there I was blubbering again. Sigh.
Tonight I remembered something that I took from my father's things: a book I made him in 1996 for Father's Day. It's a book of photographs of me and my father through the years -- along with my mom and two brothers. I adorned each page with a smattering of painted designs and used gel medium to make the whole thing glossy. I also bound the cardboard pages with white string.
I made this when I was about 20 years old, a college student piecing together my life -- and counting on my dad's strength, grace, and wisdom.
I scanned in each page and made a little slide show in honor of my dad today.
May all those who have lost your fathers feel their presence in some way today and may any tears that flow remind you of your ever-present connection.