Thank you Dad for:
Your love of words and books.
Believing in the craft of writing and photography.
Walking through your own growth and learning despite the pain.
The way you get excited about a fresh issue of The New Yorker read in front of a warm fire.
Spending hours, and years, picking up cans, bottles and newspapers so they can be recycled.
Your love of grammar.
Believing that things will always get better, despite the circumstance.
Being respectful of all people, from all walks of life.
Worrying every time you send a photo to a client that it is good enough.
Believing in the power of community service.
Being open to change.
Laughing at our family quirks.
Making me always feel better, no matter the situation.
Teaching that perfection is impossible but learning from mistakes is transformational.
However fathers get assigned in the world, I am sure glad I got you.
Happy Father’s Day Dad. I love you.
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A really stirring post, your father looks so proud and happy on the photo!
off to Skype my dad now!:)
[…] My Dad started the first curbside recycling program in Marin County, California in 1971. He spent thirteen years as a volunteer, recycling aluminum, glass and paper for his town of Port Costa (alongside my Bonus Mom Dee). He tore a rotator cuff lifting a garbage can over his head. You might say he has a thing for trash. But his root is much, much deeper than that. His root is believing that individuals, and communities, can be transformed by service. He knows that steps we take today to care for the health of the earth will reverberate for generations. I knew his root was growing when my 4-year old daughter got incensed by trash left on a street corner near my house. “Don’t they know that this hurts Mother Earth?!?” she said with extreme seriousness. […]
What a lovely post. I’m so glad to have found it. My own dad died suddenly a few months ago and I just put my head down to “get through” this last Father’s Day. I’m grateful I stuck it back up and saw this. Nicely done.
Nice book i just love it they people are very fate they have parents and they love and respect and obedient parents i love my parents 🙂 they loves me very much.
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That made me all teary-eyed. Aren’t we lucky? I love the way he holds you *and* your book so close. Happy Father’s Day indeed!
What a lovely tribute to your father. Those of us who got the great ones are very lucky.
Before reading this I had a loving conversation w my Dad who died 24.5 years ago, way too soon. I miss him and your thoughts added to my gratitude for a prince of a guy who loved people and always made them smile.
Being a dad and a son I really appreciate the thoughts expressed here. I hope to provide as many teachable moments to my sons as I received from my father when I was growing up. He passed away when I was still young but his legacy lives on and he is always on my mind.
Heartwarming picture and ripple effect of love – inspiring me to write a thank you to my Dad who passed away 7 years ago and who I miss a lot. Thanks Pam. I love how proud he is of you – holding your book.