Three years ago today I held my dad’s hand as he took his last breath.
This post is a reblog; I couldn’t think of anything to add.
Don’t these guys look relaxed and happy? That’s Larry on the left. He’s my wife’s dad. On the right is Jack; he’s my dad.
Digital photo information is priceless; this picture was taken in Monroe, Washington at 7:51pm on June 12th, 2010. I remember it was a warm evening. I remember laughing and talking and slapping at a mosquito right after I took the shot. I remember being excited that our dads were meeting each other. It’s the only time they ever spent together and they really hit it off just like we knew they would. We all had the greatest time that night and thinking about it makes me smile.
Four months after I took this photo Jack got the bad news. Just before Thanksgiving he was gone. In late July of the following year Larry got his bad news and he left us on the first of August.
They were beautiful people and I miss them a lot. I miss talking to them on the phone and I miss seeing how similar we are to them.
And I love the way they smiled, and that they gave those smiles to us.
The traditional role of men in society is on the endangered species list. Our changing social environment cannot support the burden of it. Consider the following statement:
"Continuing economic stresses and the near-extinction of the "primary breadwinner" concept have men confused about their role at home, in the workplace, and in society in general. Our culture has increased emphasis on youth and attractiveness for men, apparently adding to their confusion.
It's time to bring back the interview...again. I decided to do so after meeting Society Red in Austin this year, during Blogger Interactive. Here is how the correspondence proceeded.
How's it going! These interviews used to be the talk of the town, until I got lazy and decided it was better to write posts about my cat. I think we need to make a comeback, and who better to do it with than you!
When I was in high school in the 70′s, I had a charismatic and amazing teacher who taught ornithology; the study of birds. I wasn’t a jock or stoner, and pretty much my whole life I’ve been labeled an anomaly, or nonconformist (I prefer maverick but whatever) so you know I was in that class. I was one of those “bird-watchers“. Continue reading →
This past weekend in Austin, Texas an incredible thing happened. It was a summit of brilliant minds. It was a family united for the first time. It was my own personal Big Bang. The positive reaction from combining so many explosive ingredients generated a universe of new thoughts and goals and smiles and hugs. As they orbited around a central theme, new life was formed; and the world will never be the same.
Something has been bothering me since June, when a blogger’s post about her wedding generated a comment thread that morphed into a “Zax from the Prairie of Prax” interaction with many other bloggers. The otherwise joyful post was punctuated with a photo of four angry looking women wearing headscarves. The caption indicated the women were trying to look like terrorists. I watched the conversation unfold on a hot afternoon during a lull in the too-busy summer. To her credit, she opened a dialogue to discuss the issue of racism and stereotyping. Unfortunately, pride got in the way of the learning process. Continue reading →
The most incredible summer in Pacific Northwest weather history is officially a memory. Normally I would be hanging my head and dragging my feet Charlie Brown style right now but this year fall is a welcome new chapter. The marathon is over. We pushed through the wall, fell across the finish line, and vow never to take on a challenge like this ever again.
I’ve ignored you. I apologize. I set this blog in motion almost two years ago. I never intended to stop writing. The process of selling my mom’s house, moving her into ours, finding a new place to live, purchasing that place, moving all of mom’s stuff and then ours, and then getting our old house ready to sell has been overwhelming.
Saturday was a nice day here in the Seattle area and we spent most of the day outside working in the yard in preparation for selling this house. Sunday morning at 3:35 my back whispered in my ear that I’m an asshole so I got up and looked at some photos and got to thinking about memories created here at N 47 27 25, W 122 21 35.
It was sometime in June of ’07 when I moved in with Lisa. After months of splitting our time between here and my apartment at the Pike Place Market, we agreed; we should live together (I still get that funny feeling when I say that). We love this house; it’s quiet, we have great neighbors, and it’s close to work. It was built in 1961 and I’m guessing the car parked in the earliest photo was only a few years old at the time.