Peach Blossom Sunday

Bee, up to his neck in blossoms.

Yesterday would have been my dad’s birthday, but he’s been gone since 1990.   He’d have liked to have known that I moved outside of the city.  I always knew 62 was young to die, but it feels today like he’s missed a lot he would have enjoyed.


6 thoughts on “Peach Blossom Sunday

  1. Gala says:

    A very touching post. He definitely missed a lot – of time with you, adventures with your mom, life. Next week is my dark anniversary: 34 years since my mom died. Crazy how much more of my life has been without her than I had with her. xoxo

  2. RuthG says:

    Your dad must have been SO proud of you, Sally! And oh, those blossoms are lush.

    I miss my dad too. He would have really, really loved to meet Bea. She’s not his first great-grandchild, but she’s the first redhead, & he just loved red hair. 🙂

  3. ? says:

    So beautiful. Wah!

  4. Sundry says:

    Ruth – Oh, yes, your dad would have loved all those kids and little Bea’s such a special cutie. Once when I was in high school I wrote a letter to the editor about how a reporter had come to the very small town (1,500 people) where I went to high school and interviewed some guys at a barbershop who supported some racist thing that was going on. I told them the reporter should have gone to more places, including the high school if she wanted a true picture of the diverse opinions in the town. It appeared on the same day as one from a group of my high school teachers. I walked into my dad’s service station and overheard him telling some of the guys that he didn’t even know I’d written it, with surprise and, yes, pride in his voice. It was a very good day.

    Kitty – I wish he could have seen where we live. I think he’d be glad to know that I really love the outdoors and uncrowded places, too.

  5. RuthG says:

    What a great memory, Sally! Few things are as wonderful as feeling Dad’s approval when we’re young.

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