Father’s Day

I owe a lot to my father.
My freckles; my sense of humor; my love of literature, of words and what they mean; the importance of asking, always asking; always why why whying the world.

He instilled in me a pride in the things I produce and an acknowledgement of appreceation for the things I cannot.

He taught me what it meant to honor lifes’ weight; to believe in myself but to, above all else, just BE myself.

He gave me my frist camera.

And that picture up there?  Above all this sentimentality? That’s my dad.
I know because I took the picture.

Thanks for being that guy, Dad.
Thanks for teaching me everything I know.
Love you.

Happy Father’s Day.

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