Day: June 13, 2019

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Perhaps Dad, The Mighty Hunter, Strikes From Beyond

Pillow o’ Dad’s Regular Attire is something I’ve posted photos of before. And I’m sure you will see it again, probably this Sunday on Father’s Day. I’m appreciative someone thought to craft his overalls and workshirts into pillows for us. It is a comfort to me to be able to still touch, hold, and lay my head on Dad’s clothing, even over a decade after his death. I wish the fabric still smelled like him. I miss the man more and more, the longer he’s been gone.

Bow Tie o’ the Day is yet again another sign, coincidence, connection, etc.–whatever word you wanna call it. Bow Tie is the selection my non-wood bow-tie-o-the-month club sent me two days ago. I don’t get to choose what bow tie the club sends, and somehow the perfect specimen showed up in the mail for me at just the right time. My dad was a superior deer hunter who slayed many a trophy buck. How serendipitous is it that buck Bow Tie o’ the Day came to me just when I needed a piece of new neckwear to wear for my huntin’ Dad’s birthday?! Deer, his birthday, Father’s Day, and a buck bow tie I didn’t get to pick out have all come together to help me honor him this week. Everything’s connected, folks. We’re all connected too. You can read the signs.

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My Bearded Dad Was Sean Connery

Bee Bow Tie o’ the Day gives a big Swarm o’ Bees salute to Dad for his birthday. Dad would have been 89 today. He made it to 77, which wasn’t nearly long enough for us. For him, it was sorta two years too long. He was in tremendous pain the last couple of years of his life. He endured it as long as he could, to stay with Mom. He didn’t want her to be alone. He finally listened to her when she told him it was okay for him to let go when he needed to. She told him she’d be okay because all of us would take care of her. He told me (and probably others), a few months before his death, that he’d had 75 great years. The last two years, he said, hadn’t been worth shit. He made it a point to never swear in front of women, so I knew he’d be leaving us soon.

This photo was taken at one of Momo’s birthday parties when she lived at Pleasant Acres. Dad’s in his Ronald E. Wright Uniform of beige workshirt and striped overalls. Mom is being Mom, complete with her just-done hairdo. My late grandma Wright, Momo, looks radiant with her pure, elegant white hair. My late Uncle Wally, who I miss too, is the other fellow. And I remember Momo’s birthday cake was yummy.