Lives the Smiled

My dad was that rare human being that every single person loved. He was a beautiful spirit who just wanted to make art. I think that this was true his whole life as we have now found so many photographic slides that he took as a boy. He made his living as an architect which allowed his art to take form in the shape of buildings. But when ever he could, he was making his own, unique art...

As I write of my happiest memories of you, I cannot help but smile, and despite the fact that my smile is subsequently followed by a steady flow of tears, I am comforted by the fact that I was blessed to have been loved by you.

Some of my happiest memories with my Dad happened when the two of us were able to sneak away for dinner by ourselves! Every time we did, the evening always went the same way.