I have pictures of young dad, medium old dad, and slightly older than that dad… but I think this photo taken in March 1990 is quintessential dad. This is the dad that I grew up with and spent the most time with before I had my daughter and started my own grown up life. We were always close but when I think of him, this is the man that comes to mind the most. I can even see his Export A’s (he quit them cold turkey not too long after this) and stripey sport socks under his beach chair. He always had a book in hand (probably a Robert Ludlum or some such) and loved being in the sun. On this trip, Dave and I took a bus down to Florida to meet up with my parents and then we all flew over to the Bahamas for a week. It was great.
I miss my dad with all my heart. His voice, his laugh and his Spring Break Posse way of life. Hahahah. So weird to think that he was only a few years older than I am now in this picture. How does that even work? When I’m missing them, I feel like I’m five.
Anyway, happy birthday daddy-o. I miss you and miss you and miss you. So much.