My father died when I was nine but I remember him clearly. What I remember most of all was the feeling of stability and calm that he injected into our family. Here are some really old black and white photos, grainy, barely discernable at times, but meaningful to me. Happy Father’s Day to all the fathers out there. Remember that you can create feelings in your families that will last a lifetime. I’m the child with bangs.
There’s the Christmas picture with my sister and me next to Papa; there we are swimming in the sea. And there’s Papa reading in the four-poster antique bed. He read a lot; we all read a lot. Every Friday or Saturday, he used to take us to Alemar’s so we could buy whatever reading material we wanted, comics, magazines, books.
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