1) Well, this shirt was my dad’s. I think he may have gotten it on his first trip with Mother to Hawaii in 1977. There was a matching bathing suit that, um, no, that wouldn't have suited me. One can only be so matchy-matchy in life.
1a) The ivory necklace was Gramma's. Daddy would not approve.
1b) That said, a burgundy necktie is not always the solution, Daddy.
1c) The fact that this shirt actually fits me now is, um, a cautionary tale told too late.
2) Interlochen has been so much on my mind lately, and I can't forget that that entire idea was Daddy's, as soon as he saw the ad in the back of National Geographic. You only understand the sacrifices your parents make much later, but he found a way to make it work. And it’s no exaggeration to say that that decision saved my life.
3) When Daddy turned 70 I assembled a book of greetings and tributes from friends and family, and his cousin Delmer really defined him well: “a Christian gentleman.” But for me, “A loving and dutiful father” defines him better.