06/20/2021
My Daddy. A beautiful human who because he didn’t grow up with a father, would always say, “This is how I am as a father, because I didn’t have one…” What does that mean you ask? That’s means I grew up with the most generous and loving father who, although was strict, was only so to protect us. He believed in equal rights for all humans and encouraged his children to not only be educated, but to have empathy for humanity. He never wanted us to feel unloved and would be there.
He loved Family. Every aspect- his legacy has been that he fostered “family” with those who weren’t actually related who are now, without any doubt, still Family today. He was incredibly intelligent and a true academic and seeker of knowledge. He was a gentle man who would always, I mean always be there for us. I miss him so much. Everyday and most moments I think of him and how he might approach whatever I may be doing. My earliest memories include him carrying me to ballet class and dancing with me in the living room. He was my Daddy. I miss him so much and sending love to all the other Fathers out there. ❤️
This photo was taken maybe in 1953-ish? When my Pop got his first Masters in Pittsburgh, PA. He was probably 26 here. He would eventually come back with the whole Family (my Mum, Mamma(grandmother) and siblings) in the 60s to get his PHd. And the rest, as they say, is history. 💫❤️💋