My memories of my father were foremost in my mind today. I loved Dad with all my heart, imperfections and all. He died in 2001 and I miss him every day.
At this time of year, I picture him smiling at my love of gardening. Dad grew big vegetable gardens, but also loved growing lupine. He loved feeding the hummingbirds too, as I now do. It's those little things I miss, like picking blueberries together, or taking him out to dinner.
Recently a classmate from grammar school told me her husband, Bob, worked with my Dad for years. I never realized that! And I cried when Bob said how much he liked my Dad, and that he was grateful for Dad's help on the job. He said that Dad was “one of the guys,” a self-appointed mentor to the next generation of tool-makers, despite the managers who tried to make their shift miserable.
It's lovely to hear good things about someone you love, isn't it?