This old photograph of my dad was taken of him at the helm of his 42′ Japanese Yawl, the ‘Morning Star’. Today would have marked his 101st birthday. It seems so strange to me to think of him at that age. You see, my dad died young, too young – he’s been gone from this earth for 39 years now. This, to me, means that I have walked on this earth longer without him than I did with him. That’s powerful.
My dad had an immense personality; he had hundreds of friends and a true zest for life. He never put things off in his lifetime, he reached for the brass ring with every aspiration he had. I am happy he didn’t put things off, his life went by so quickly. His departure from this earth left a huge hole in the hearts of our little family.
My dad was responsible for many traits that I possess. He instilled in me a work ethic than is commendable – most who know me will testify that I will work doggedly towards a goal. He also taught me about expectations and how they can propel you, hence him gifting a new Steinway piano for my 8th birthday. My dad always held me to a higher standard, and where that seemed at times to be unfair when I was adolescent, it formulated in me a desire to grow beyond standard measures and seek more perfection in life. Perhaps he knew he would not be around forever, perhaps the high bar he set for me was meant to guide me beyond the days he would have to dedicate to the effort.
I know this to be true – I was his Golden Child. Even sitting at his bedside, the day before he died, he was setting the bar. He was looking forward with me in mind and speaking of his reliance on me to accomplish what was leftover….”Remember to do this…”, he said…”Remember to do that – I am counting on you”. I remember each word and each tear-filled promise I made. I believe in my heart I have fulfilled them all. I think he would be proud of that result. I know he is still watching; Sister Golden Hair recounts she is surrounded by a family of cardinals that she communes with on the regular. That is not a coincidence. It is simply a manifestation of his spiritual being making his presence known to her – his sweet baby girl.
I know I am one of the lucky ones. I grew in a family home filled with plenty of love and encouragement. I do not, for one minute take that for granted.
So, today on the occasion that would have been your 101st birthday, Dad – I want you to know that my life is a good one, and I have you to thank for that. Thanks for setting that bar high, Daddy! I reached for the gold, and I made it – just like you said I would!