40 years ago today, Dad died. Dad, I miss you so much.
So often over these 40 years, I've wanted to share a favorite book I've read, to sail or hike or run with him, to share a family dinner or a glass of wine, to travel to Europe or hang out at the cabin with him. I've wanted my children to know their amazing grandfather. I've wanted to tell him I finally graduated from WSU, and to share our mutual passion for history. I've wanted to email him, garden with him, knit something warm for him.
This photo is how I like to remember Dad, out sailing his beloved "Catch-22", wearing the sweater Mom knit for him (I have that pattern and one of these days I'm going to knit it) 19 years is too short a time to have known and loved my Dad. Miss you like 60, Walter!