Tonight my daughter pulled out a box of old pictures that I had gotten from my dad after my mom died. There were great pictures of my and my brothers, my first car, castle birthday cakes, a slightly gay butterfly cake, a bitchin firetruck peddle care, prom pictures, and lots of baby pics. In the middle of all this trip down memory road I found the following letter from y dad to my mom on July 1, 1963 (the day after I was born).
1 July 1963
My dearest Polly,
Tired as I was last night I still couldn’t get to sleep right away and I laid in bed thinking of you and of how very much I love you and how happy you have made me.
Darling, you have made me the happiest husband and proudest father in the world.
I love you, dearest. see you this afternoon.
With love forever,
Ken
This brought an unusual dampness to my eyes. My dad was happy and proud to be a dad. I thought for years that he didn’t care I guess I was wrong. He seemed to be so in love with my mom. I wish I had this but sadly I don’t. maybe next time around. Maybe SOMEDAY.
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iwalkintofences // July 4, 2009 at 8:56 am |
That is sweet. i am positive You will someday get all the love You long for.
i try to avoid old pictures. They hurt. Memory Lane in my neck of the woods is in the middle of a war-torn ghetto.