Missing my father

 

My Dad (from his own photo self portrait)

Charcoal on Canson Mixed Media paper

13 x 14 inches

Barbara Muir © 2017

(My father loved black and white photography --

he had books by all of the greats in

that field.  He took beautiful colour

photos too, but that was not his passion.  
The photo I based my drawing on told

me so much about my father.  His love

of playing with light and his knowledge

about light is so evident.  Plus this

is my father in casual dress!  Yes

he would not leave his house, even

to go to the store for many years if

he wasn't dressed properly. Plus his sense

of humour came through in the merest 

suggestion of a smile.)

Today I am quoting my blog from last year.

9/11  is a sad day in because of the horrific events of that
day in 2001. For me and my siblings it's a sad day because
that was the day my father died -- not in 2001. Today I am
going to quote what I said before about my father. 
"I love everything my father taught me.  I most definitely
walk in his footsteps.  He was a very strict father for small
children -- which was hard for us -- but as we grew up, he
enjoyed us more and more. 

And here's what I know.  Not only is my father visible in my
face, and in my way of talking, my love of humour, and the fact
that I have been both a journalist, and an artist, like him. But
the main connection I have with my Dad is in my heart.

The powerful message he would like me to convey is that
love lasts.  It never goes away.  And my Dad's love for me,
and mine for him is a wonderful thing, and always will be for
me. Isn't that comforting to know?  I think so."

Have a loving life day.