I dreamt about my Dad last night night. I may have remembered that it was Father's Day but I think it was just coincidence. I dream about him as often as I do any living person, after all.
He was the Avatar for the Greatest Generation. 2nd Gen Canadian, raised in the depression, dirt poor, volunteered for combat in WWII, survived and qualified for veterans benefits, graduated McGill University (1st graduate in his family) where he met my Mom. And so on, and so on ...
Three kids, many grandchildren, several suburban homes and successful careers later, he retired. A life well lived. Perfect? No. He had more than few nagging doubts. Not about his family, but about the world. But none of us can carry that weight ...
I miss you, Dad. I am so, so grateful.
#Antifa forever
He was the Avatar for the Greatest Generation. 2nd Gen Canadian, raised in the depression, dirt poor, volunteered for combat in WWII, survived and qualified for veterans benefits, graduated McGill University (1st graduate in his family) where he met my Mom. And so on, and so on ...
Three kids, many grandchildren, several suburban homes and successful careers later, he retired. A life well lived. Perfect? No. He had more than few nagging doubts. Not about his family, but about the world. But none of us can carry that weight ...
I miss you, Dad. I am so, so grateful.
#Antifa forever