Perhaps I’m a little too old to be saying that. My father passed away only a month after I got married, but in his last years, when we were physically further apart than we’d ever been, I actually thought that we were much closer as people. While I know he would always be my father, I felt we’d finally become something closer to friends.
I’ve always been told that I look like my father, and that my son looks like me, but while I’ve never been certain about the comparison, I do know that my son reminds me of my father, not just in his appearances, but something in his eyes and his laugh that makes me know my father is always near. I just regret the two of them never knew each other.
Dad would have loved going camping with him, or taking him fishing. And as Steven and I have worked on woodworking projects for Scouts, I know my dad would love to have helped as we did these projects.
The picture above is of my dad as a Boy Scout. Not sure of exact date/age, but estimate it’s the mid-fifties and my dad is 10-12 years old.
I still miss my father.