Tuesday, February 10, 2009
One of Sarah ban Breathnach 's writings is about secret anniversaries of the heart. Today is one of them, 19 years ago today my dad died. He was 72.
Being born during the second World War I was one of those babies who's father came home from the war and I did not know who he was, he was a man who came to live with my mother and wasn't especially nice to me. I thought I was the only one until only a few years ago when I heard -This is a picture of my mom and dad in 1941-
someone else my same age describing his relationship with his dad.
I don't write about my dad much, I wasn't very close to him. The inheritance from him that I treasure the most was a love for the mountains, the wildlife, the love of the nature that flourish in this part of the world. He taught me how to look for elk in a forest of standing timber, "Look for legs that don't go all the way up". How to survive if I got lost, and the joy of eating pancakes over an open fire in the early morning chill.
Now I've shared one of my secret anniversaries of the heart, my dear friends. God bless you, Diane