Sunday, June 17, 2012
Happy Father's Day, Dad
I made the requisite Father's Day call a few minutes ago. As expected, my dad answered the phone.
My mom is having Thanksgiving for Father's Day. As in turkey dinner. I was invited, but I don't think I'll make it.
The father of two of my nephews will make it to mom and dad's for turkey dinner.
The father of my other two nephews is currently not in Arizona, he is up in Washington. I assume my brother will be seeing my nephews today, one of whom is a father, as in Spencer Jack's dad.
Spencer Jack's father emailed me a couple days ago asking for my mailing address because Spencer Jack wanted to send me some artwork.
I never noticed til this very moment that father is made up of two words. Fat and Her.
That is a picture of my dad, above. It is not a recent picture. I believe it is my dad's high school graduation picture. But, I'm not 100% certain of that. I think my dad was 15 when World War II ended. That would likely date this picture as having been taken in 1947 or 1948.
All my life I've been told I look like my dad. I don't see the resemblance.
On July 26, 2002, a date that lives on in infamy, I attended the biggest family reunion in my family history. This took place at the Lynden fairgrounds. Most of the people in attendance I had no memory of having met before. More than once someone who I did not know would say something to me like "you don't have to tell me who's kid you are." It was unsettling.
Anyway, Happy Father's Day to all you dads in the world.