Happy Father’s Day this 2020

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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