This picture was taken by my father 30 years ago. He was about as old as I am today. When he were in town he came by my job. I don’t think he ever really understood what I was doing. And I was too young and confused to care, or to realize that I cared.
Now dad’s gone. The year before E arrived. Dad’s birthday was this weekend, the little guy’s tomorrow. I became a father myself. At least today I know how good he was, my dad.
Thinking about this is like standing in an existentially damn cross-drag. Enigmatic, sad, and feeling strangely happy at the same time.
No wonder people have become religious.