shortly after my dad died, one of my sisters shared a photo of him on one of his hiking trips with friends, a jagged tree branch in one hand (his makeshift walking stick) and his other hand outstretched and pointing upwards, his gaze following it as he grinned and stared at something outside of the camera’s frame. he was wearing the faded yankees cap which he’d bought during one of my parents’ visits to new york after i moved there for college.
It's eerie when I recognize my parents' patterns in myself. Things about my dad that used to strike me as weird suddenly made sense when I was placed in a position of responsibility…
It's eerie when I recognize my parents' patterns in myself. Things about my dad that used to strike me as weird suddenly made sense when I was placed in a position of responsibility…