He didn't want pictures in the past few years because he had lost his eye sight. However, when I returned to shooting film, he allowed me to photograph him a few times in order to test the cameras. When I tested the old polaroid on him, he gave his little smile and said, "I know that sound."
We shared a love for spaghetti westerns, wolves, conservation, and nature.
I get my creativity and independent spirit from my dad.
My dad loved my mom for 54 years. He called her his sweetheart and angel until the day he died. He always looked out for her and protected her.
He was proud of his son, my brother, August. He was proud that August had completed college and that August traveled, something my dad enjoyed, too, and one of the reasons he served our country in the Navy.
Next to his love for his family, he had a lifelong love of trains. He used to build elaborate train layouts. He'd create mountains from scratch and would spend arduous hours painting miniatures to place in towns along the train route. He would purposely weather buildings to make them look authentic. My dad's train layouts were a marvel. The funny thing is, he'd never admit he had artistic talent. He'd humbly dismiss his layout creations as not artistic and then go on to say I must have gotten my talent from my aunt.
My dad had a great sense of humor. He'd pull pranks and tell jokes all the time. He was a master of wit and he would get a twinkle in his eye just before pulling one of his jokes.
When he passed, a lone train whistled in the distance. It was an appropriate send off for a man who loved trains his entire life. Most people grumble when stopped by a train. My dad loved it because he could feel the rumble of power as the train passed and he could see the beautiful engine and cars.
I love you, dad. Rest in peace.