Going through the downstairs bookcase while waiting for the brownies to finish baking, I came across a folder that contained two photos; one of my Dad – his high school photo I believe – and my college photo. My hideously over oil colored photo – my eyes ain’t that green and my eyebrows are red – not that death-grey color. Not to mention needing spf 10,000 to guard against the glare of those teeth.
I don’t know…it was a bittersweet moment I guess. I had forgotten about putting these 8x10s together. Maybe it is the resemblance. Maybe I’ve come to a space of real forgiveness after all the anger. My thought was that he had a tough life. Actually he had a good life, but the emotional side wasn’t easy for him. Maybe it’s just the whole father-son thing at a time when my own kid is having a rough time of it. Just kind of hit me, you know?
PS: Now that I’ve looked at this, the photos in the previous post make me look 80 years old. Was that kid really me???????