Happy Birthday, Daddy...
My father, George C. would have been 90 today had he lived. He passed away on August 16, 1970 at the age of 51 from complications from what is now called COPD.
I didn't know him very well. My parents divorced when I was seven...I think. I can remember that my mom packed us up and took us back to Puerto Rico, where I went to school at a Catholic school for a few months.
Then my grandmother (his mother) sent for us to come back to Tampa - and I remember my dad didn't live with us anymore. And, I was in the second grade.
When I was 20 I received a phone call asking for my father - and I was taken by surprise to know that he was living across town from us in Tampa. We tried to get to know each other - and I think we made our peace before he died.
It took me a long time to forgive him for never keeping in touch with us or for living in the same town for so long and never looking for us.
That is a photo of the painting I have of him - not sure how old he was in it - but, that is pretty much how I remember him.
I never get through St. Patrick's Day without thinking of my dad...