Vermont, 2008
When my dad was seven his father (a pilot) was killed in an airplane crash. His mother contracted TB shortly after. He moved eighteen times before he graduated high school, living with different family members. Can you imagine? He had no role model. He had zero stability. Well. My dad took everything he missed as a child and brought it to the table as a father. He was home every single night. He was in every day of my childhood and when I moved out he waited for me on the weekends and when I moved too far away for weekends he travelled to see me. When I go home it's to the house that me and my brother and sister were raised in. And we have begged them to sell it. Seriously it's too much property, he was mowing 1/4 acre himself. Anyway. My point is that he was the best dad anyone could ask for without even considering the traumatic circumstances of his own childhood. He passed away suddenly a week ago. He is so so so missed.
Love,
Phoef (aka Kristen)
