At the airport there was a man who looked just like Dad waiting for the same flight I was. It was disturbing. Similar blue eyes, (not quite as intense) which sometimes stared off into the distance just like Dad’s wide-set eyes would.  It made my heart ache.  He had been gone six years. In spite of our differences over the years, I could feel how I loved him.

January 8, 2006

Dad at 1989 reception