Monday, July 17, 2017

My Father, Happy

My sister chose this photo of our father for his obituary, which I love--it catches my favorite side of him, doing some silly dance in his p.j.s.

From 2015, he's eighty-four years old here (January 1931–July 2017), on the beach in southern California where he and my sister went on vacation several years running--he liked to watch the seals and whales nearby, and pick up feathers.

The full picture of my father is much more complex, of course, and involves far darker qualities, but as his body goes to cremation tomorrow, I feel free to remember this, his endearing side, first and foremost.
My father took the Eeyore I rescued & restored for him to California, and Eeyore is going on this last trip with him too.


The Crow said...

No better companion on their exit from this reality, this dimension, could either one find. Bon voyage, Eeyore!

Fresca said...

Thanks, Crow. Do you still have the little Piglet?

The Crow said...

Yes, I do! He has taken a companion, Bella, the ballerina bear. Would you like for Piglet and friend to rejoin his friends? I happily will send them home, if you like. I'm sure Piglet would not want to miss out on Daniel's Memorial Parade and Seaside Dance. I have a magnificent feather he could have, too.

Frex said...

CROW: Oh, that's neat Piglet is happy with Bella!
It's a kind offer, but now is not a good time for a piglet to visit---it's too hot and humid--I may do a memorial parade later, when it's cooler!

Frex said...

P.S. But photos of the companions would be welcome, Crow!