Happy Father's Day

Well, this was not the best Father's Day that I ever had.

Still, the older I get, it feels more and more important to count one's blessings. So this post is published in that spirit.

Last year, I posted these pictures, which I believe had not been published before and which, to my knowledge, I do not remember having seen before.

This year, I am including some pictures which I have seen before, and which we may even have around. The two of my father as a child in particular, but these may (or may not) be slightly different than the ones which we have. Seemed worth taking duplicates of them and posting them here, in any case.

Why not?

However, there is one exception. That is the one which I put at the very top, and which is enlarged for better viewing down below. This was of my family, all four of us. My father, holding my brother. And my mother, who is holding me, while I am still a baby.

Seemed worth sharing on this Father's Day.

And to any fathers out there, whether you are biological father's or not, or simply father figures in someone's life, let me wish you all a Happy Father's Day!

Below is what I posted last year on Father's Day, and it seemed worth reposting now. Regardless of how this specific Father's Day went, I still regard my role as a father as central to my life, and take pride in having done the best that I can. Bringing a new life into this world, and then being there and doing my part to help raise our child (in this case, a son) to grow and become a fine young man makes me prouder than anything else that I have done.

Today is Father's Day. It is a bit of a strange Father's Day for me ever my own father died a couple of years ago. So it does feel a little bit bizarre, like something is missing.

Well, there was a nice surprise not long after he passed. I found this picture buried inside of a book that I had been reading some time ago, and put down. I had not picked it back up, and must have put the picture there, intending to make a duplicate, then forgot about it. Of course, it is not impossible that I did actually make a copy, and forgot about it, and just could not find it this time around. However, I could not specifically remember that, and think that I would. After all, the bookshelf took me back a few years, as did the poster or picture of French musician Jacques Brel (top left corner). Obviously, so did the image of my family. I think that this would have been taken either in Lodi, or possibly in West Milford, but in the very earliest years, because we were all so much younger. From left to right, my brother, my father, my mom, and myself. 

Under that is a picture that I did make a copy of, but years ago, before I had full access to the improvements that I now have access to, especially on my weekend job (knock on wood that it stays that way for a while). So, I thought that I would make another copy, and then make the adjustments and improvements, then share it here.

Enjoy, and a Happy Father's Day to any father out there!

Below are some pictures of my son and I: