Father’s Day today so thinking of dad and the many happy times I have had with him. He is slowing down, and gradually moving towards the end, so it is good to appreciate the time I spend with him now. We went for a walk today, up and down the street, prunus trees blossoming, and between showers.
It is impossible to convey the entirety of relationships, especially with important people. I think the poets do it best, like Ted Kooser whose father poem I have written about before, as I have the prunus trees. And since the whole thing is impossible, it’s best to make do with the hint of a photograph, a moment in time, one foot ready to land, red cap like a furled flag almost ready to fly.