Fashion Stories & Dirty Laundry

I can write. And I can write a lot. As a journal advocate since age 7, words to pen and then computer, came easily. Sometimes too easily and it was hard to rein them in. Today though, 24 hours after my father’s death, words are painful and putting words and thoughts to the keyboard make me wince. It’s not that I ‘need’ to write right now, but I ‘have’ to write. There’s the huge divide. I press on because of a promise to my Dad I would. I promised him during one of our last visits that I’d ‘put pen to paper’ and tell his stories and all our adventures. There are so many. So I’m starting slowly. Nothing helps thoughts and memories like old timeless photos. Not digital, but old school film. They tell the stories about family and life that selfies never will.

Pics: 1) Dad on his first Captain flight with long-time friend and pilot Kevin 2) Dad and Uncle Charlie, Birdneck Point, Virginia Beach. By the way, I watched them surf holding a rope BEHIND this boat. Boat was full throttle and I thought it would explode. Crazy!        3) Uncle Charlie and family dogs, St. Mark (the St. Bernard) and Sam, black lab. They loved their dogs!