Father's Day

I miss this man. He was so smart. He had a mind like a steel trap--could remember minute details of events in his life and anything he read, and he read a lot. He had a killer sense of humor. My father was only 53 when he died. I was 21. He died unexpectedly in his sleep. He had had many health problems throughout his life, but nothing at the time indicated to me I might never see him again.

I was engaged before he died. He thought the world of Glenn. I remember the big grin that came across his face when we announced we were getting married. He could not have been happier, or expressed his joy any more thoroughly. It was a delight and a memory I will always cherish.

Another special memory is the day that he bought my wedding dress. I invited him to join my mom in meeting me in Spokane (I was going to school in Moscow) for some dress shopping. I didn't really think he'd join us, but I'm sure glad he did. That was the last time I ever saw him.

I'm told that my father didn't think he wanted to have children. He knew my mom wanted them, so he went along with it. He wasn't the most cuddly father when I was a small child, but I always knew he loved me fiercely. I wish I could've had an opportunity to know him better as an adult. I wish I could see how fiercely he must love his grandchildren. Someday.

I love you, dad. Happy Father's Day.