Wednesday, August 27, 2014
It was in 1960 and Mom, Dad, Priscilla, Jessie, Debbie and I were living on Kirby Rd in McLean, VA. Dad was working on the CIA building. It was a Saturday afternoon and Dad, Jessie, Debbie and I were in the living room watching a Marilyn Monroe movie. Mom was somewhere in the house doing something else. All of a sudden I became blind. I couldn't see a thing. Mom immediately diagnosed me with old fashioned German measles and sent Dad to the store to get me a pair of sunglasses. He came back with the cutest pair of sunglasses and sure enough as soon as I put them on I could see again. I was only 3 years old and it was unheard of for kids to have sunglasses back then so I was really cool to have a pair.
I have so many memories of my Dad. We were so close when I was a baby and once I became a teenager we drifted apart. I was a wild child and probably disappointing to him. But when I came home from California we became friends and once again started spending time together. Especially the last 15 years; we never went more than a couple days without speaking to each other. I wish now I had spent even more time with him than I had. And especially wish I'd hurdled the obstacle that kept me from him the last 2 weeks of his life. Nothing or no one should have kept me from being at his side; regardless of the drama it automatically brought. For that I am truly sorry. My consolation is I know my Daddy knows the opposition I encountered and understands I stayed away for his sake and not my own. And he loves me more for it.
I love you Daddy and will see you again one day. We will play double solitaire again.
