:: Me and Dad, Cliffs of Mohr
::Dad and Megan, Cliffs of Mohr
My dad would have turned 69 years old this week. He will never be older than 55.
I spent sometime looking at photos this morning to find the one I wanted share in this post. When someone that important has been gone so long it can be difficult to look long at their face in photos. Not because you don’t want to, but because it is so obvious that they are so….gone. I haven’t seen his face in a long time outside those photos.
These photos were taken on a family trip to Ireland when I was 9 years old.
maybe it’s because of the cliffs, maybe it’s because we both look so serious and they look so happy and we all look so much like ourselves. Maybe it’s because I’m drinking a huge 7Up through a straw with a dandy sweater tied around my neck. But I think it’s because it’s us and our dad and I could imagine these photos being taken today and maybe everything would look the same.
Happy (belated) birthday, dad!