Wednesday, November 13, 2013

El Jefe

Today is my Dad's birthday. He would have been 72. I drew my friend Kokopelli the day he passed away. In my mind's eye, he capers merrily on the same red stone on which Dad etched the Nativity that he gave me.

I find that I miss Dad more all the time. I think of him frequently, often in unusual circumstances, like merging onto the highway. I hear his voice all the time, too, oftentimes it's just the brief answering machine message that he recorded long, long ago: "Leave your name and number at the tone."

These are the ghosts of him to which I cling. 

Happy birthday, Dad.

2 comments:

Pam said...

Such awesome sentiments John. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.

Nana said...

I always think of him on his birthday. The 13th...the bad luck number. But he enjoyed being born on that date, as I recall, and he often noted, 24 days before Pearl Harbor. Not much world peace in his lifetime.
I miss him, too, and wish we would have seen more of one another after we married. The Cimarron years were the best. I will be thinking of you on your birthday, with almost your entire family, minus me and my family. Have a wonderful time.