Father’s day is hard for me, and I am sure many others who no longer have a father in their lives.
I miss my dad, a lot. He died of “old age” and declining health in 2008. My father, well he committed his own share of misdeeds, like all of us, was not perfect. But who is?
Everyone says I look just like him (Except for my most recent weight gain I got since I got sick), and we could have passed for twins. Everyone also says I get my sense of humor from him… that our sense of humor is exactly the same… which I take as a compliment.
Here is a photo of his dad, my Zeyde, who was so strong, even when confined to his wheelchair, which he was for the last 30 (?) so years of his life, was the strongest man I ever met. Even from his wheelchair he could use his arms to lift and move things that no one else could. He grew up as a farmer and so was so strong it was amazing, He passed in 1987, and I remember the exact day… I was doing student orientation day at my undergrad program when I got the news. I had to leave early and drive out to the farm to be with family. In this photo he is with my aunt, who I am very close to and is one of my only surviving aunts...she herself is wonderful, caring and I often miss her a lot as she lives on the east coast,
I miss and love them both.The world is not the same without them.
Happy Father’s Day to them and all fathers out there.