I’ve been thinking about my dad today. He has been gone 22 years, and I think I will stop counting this year—that’s just too many. June is my favorite month because it’s full of summer, anniversaries, weddings, vacations, family. And this sadder day always slips in among the happy ones.
Here are a few of my favorite photos of him.
my Uncle Brian, my Uncle Paul, and my dad—with the contagious smile.
My mom and dad were married 35 years ago on June 10th in Portage, Indiana. He was 20, and she was 21. I’m including the bridesmaid photo, because I just love that smile.
me, my dad, and my sister Hannah in our Chicago backyard
“My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart, and my portion forever.” Psalm 73:26