Beautiful pictures!
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My dad always called me "Hey, you" or "Not you, the other one" because -- due to an alcohol habit -- he was lousy with names. He was really in his cups in my teenage years and made that period of my life miserable at home with his bullying...and I was always the target. I realize now that it wasn't a reflection on me but his own frustrations and it was easy to get a reaction from a sensitive child; However, when you're a kid in school being picked on because you're short, fat and smart, it doesn't help when home is no sanctuary. Dad was extremely competitive and into sports, and I was about the antithesis of athleticism....and he had a hard time relating to introverted intellectualism and artistics. Sister, who was a track star, cheerleader, swimmer, crackshot golfer was the favorite. Funny how that turned out.... The last three years of Dad's life was spent bedbound in a nursing home. I lived 750+ miles away and visited him more in half a week than Sis did all year, and she lived a mere 30 miles away. (And, note, I was up visiting and looking in on the folks at least one week a month, so multiply by at least 10.)
Dad's roots ran deep. He had oodles of hometown friends, military buddies, golf colleagues and college pals and at his memorial service the reception hall was packed to the rafters. He was competitve and a business shark, but a softie.... Would always shed a tear at weddings. He had a knack for gardening (most likely where I got my love of agriculture), was extremely patriotic and made sure we kids got to experience America with trips to National Parks, Washington, D.C., and other areas of historical interest. I'm just sorry that his excessive alcohol consumption got in the way of our relationship. I can forgive but not forget.
And, yes, I miss him.