Saturday 5 March 2022

Twenty-five years ago today

My father has been gone twenty-five years not. He died in a hospital in Calgary, Alberta March 5, 1997.

A few years ago I was given a bag of photos by a relative, many of which I do not recall seeing before. This is of my father, likely before he met my mother. I do not know the date this was taken or how old he was. There were not a lot of photos of him in his early days, the family did not have a lot of money and I would guess getting your photo taken was a bit of an extravagance. My family never really took photos either and my father disliked having his photo taken so I have few photos of him. I am the only one that got into the photo habit later in life.

He was a stand up guy who worked hard and largely tried to do the right thing, even if it cost him a few times. Growing up I did not have a great relationship with my father. Our interests were totally different, we did not understand each other. We had a much better relationship as adults. Not fantastic, just a lot better.

After all these years I think of him often. He liked Scotch and I will have a glass of the good stuff to remember him by. If he were still around we would shoot pool and have a few beers.

Fifty-four years is too young.


  1. One of the best movies about the father/son dynamic is "Field of Dreams," I think. I see that Ryan Reynolds has a new movie on Netflix called "The Adam Project" which also explores a father/son theme.

  2. Yes, 54 years is much too young. My father made it to 66 which is better but still quite young (especially considering that my mother will be 93 this year). I didn't get along very well with my father either. I hope my son will have better memories of me when he's a senior. Enjoy that Scotch and the best of your memories.