Late last night I pulled out a box of old photographs and sat down to see if I could find some that included my dad.
I did. :)
Oh, the power of a picture! These--and many others that I looked at last night--instantly transported me back through time, reminding me of so much more than what appears in the photo. I remembered conversations, and activities, and most of all, emotions. I think, more than anything, the ability of a photo to make me once again feel what I was feeling when the shutter clicked is why I treasure pictures so much!
If I had chosen a different box of pictures, I would have come up with different pictures of my dad; but I happened to choose the one that includes pictures from my college years, which includes the summer of '95 when my parents and my brother David took me to the tiny little town of Speculator, New York, and dropped me off to work for the summer on the music staff of Camp-of-the-Woods. This was the cabin where I stayed (and also the cabin where I got into my bed one night and discovered that I wasn't alone...a chipmunk was there, too, leading to my sound-barrier-breaking departure from the bed!). ;-)
But besides that, my dad did--and does--many other things for his children. As we sat around the kitchen table after lunch today, I was mindful again of the privilege of living close to my parents and having the gift of time--lots and lots of time--together during this season of life. Listening to Dad tell a story from the early years of his medical practice (about a woman who came to his office one evening to be seen; she was pregnant, and when he examined her, he discovered that she was 10 centimeters dilated, so he drove her, along with one of his nurses, to the hospital, and when they pulled up to the door, he hopped out and got a stretcher and took the patient into the hospital, leaving his nurse--who didn't know how to drive a stick shift--to drive his car--which was a stick shift, of course--to the proper place for parking! the woman's water broke in the elevator and the baby was born soon after, and then Dad came back to his office to see the rest of his patients!) reminded me of the wealth of life experiences he has had and the joy of hearing him share the things that have happened to him.
Today was a chance to do what I should do more often: pause to express appreciation to someone who has been a rock for me, a steady influence during all the ups and downs and comings and goings of my 40 years of life!
Happy Father's Day, Dad! You are deeply loved!!! :)