Happy Father's Day.
Father's Day is this coming Sunday. My dad passed away many years ago when I was still young and in the process of becoming. He was young too. I don't remember him as well as I would like but I do recall some things about my father that I will always treasure. I'd like to share them with you and with him if he's "watching".
I remember going for long walks in the woods; me with a lasso hoping to catch a deer. He would hold my hand and tell me to be on the lookout. When I didn't catch one, he would say, maybe next time.
I remember going ice fishing on Russell Pond; just Dad, my brother and myself. We would bring ice skates and spend hours trying to outwit fish on a cold New England afternoon.
I remember writing notes to him on a daily basis for perhaps a year when I was going through that, "I want a horse." phase. After he died I discovered he had saved every one.
I remember getting a new skating skirt for Christmas, and he took me to the town rink that afternoon. He would hold my hands in a crossover fashion like professional skaters do, and I was so proud to skate with him because he was such a good skater and incredibly handsome.
I remember how each winter, after working hard all day, he would tend to the backyard ice rink he built, spraying thin layers of water to build up a glass-like surface so we could glide endlessly without our skates catching on uneven layers of ice.
And I remember how every Valentine's Day he would bring me the most beautifully decorated heart you can imagine, filled with luscious chocolates.
This is a book I created to honor my father. The picture was taken when he served in the Navy. It's a wistful photograph, one of daydreams and longing, and I call it, "Looking for Mermaids".