I can tell you his name and how I knew him, but what did he believe in or not believe in. What were his world views? What did he hope his children would become? Was he looking forward to walking his three daughters down the aisle when they married. Did he want to be present when they graduated from high school and then college? Was he looking forward to being a grandfather some day? What were his dreams beyond those he had already realized? Sadly I’ll never know the answers to those kinds of questions. What I do know is that he never saw but one of his three daughters graduate from high school. He met only one of their future husbands. He never got to walk even one of them down the aisle on their wedding days. He wasn’t present at the birth of any of his grandchildren. In short his life came to an abrupt halt when he was but 51 years of age. And yet I know enough to cry such sorrowful tears as I write this some 56 Father’s Days after he died, for you see I am Norman’s eldest daughter who cherished him and has not yet nor will ever forget what little she did know of him. Damn I love that twinkle in his eyes in the photo on the right! It was and is so Norman.
Hope you can see some resemblance in me and my Norman. Missing you so much again Daddy!!!