My Father's Daughter

Dad and Clare

I was my father's daughter. It was an expression I heard throughout my life--you are your father's daughter--and still sometimes it echoes. Usually it meant I had made a transgression, and I was my father's daughter, making him accountable for my misstep. But undeniably proud about it, I am my father's daughter in so many ways. We were so similar, and his death left me bereft of my parental support system. As long as I carry his memory in my heart, I know he is always with me.

 

Family Traditions

Dad in the background; Ben's is a baby, now in high school; time flies.

Controlled Firefighters Certification: Burning Farmhouse #2

Dad and Mickey at the Controlled Farmhouse Burning

Cancer was already devastating his body, but he was a trooper.

Dad loved this experience and documented w/analog camera; brother David converted the files

Best Friends: "Peas in the Pod"

Dad and Mickey eating at the fire

My Dad

Forever in my heart. Miss you, Daddy.

A very special thank you to my brother, David, for the time-consuming task of rendering analog to digital so these images can live again.