Time and space are fluid and interchangeable; you know that. You don't need me to clutter up this post with a lot of physics, do ya? Cuz I'll do it! Fair warning.
I'm missing my dad and hadda look at some old photos and visualize the parallels between us. From there, I could (in my head) make a little fold in time and see us floating along on the great Temporal River simultaneously instead of serially. It's comforting and lightens my sadness; so you hafta put up with it. Or you could just go read something more entertaining. I've said before that this blog is my psychological dumping ground and right now it's neither upbeat nor engaging. Sorry.
Check back in March for a post which is blithe and amusing. Meanwhile...
Dad in his Army uniform at the end of WWII.
Me in my Marine JROTC uniform during the buildup in VietNam.
Middle-aged kid-on-the-shoulders mode.
Here we are at a more advanced age. Dad's hippie persona is, of course, a wig and a costume.
Mine is pretty much just how I am.
This is the shot we used for Dad's obituary. It's how I tend to remember him.
This is probably an appropriate obit photo for me. I hope my kids remember me this way!