Daddy, a remembrance

Always, “Daddy,” never “Dad.”

I was a child when my father died, so he has remained, always, "Daddy," never "Dad" to me. A relationship cut short leaves an incomplete picture of a man I knew only as a formidable force, strict and demanding but striving to be fair. He never told me he loved me, but the sparkle in his eyes and the way he cared about preparing me for the future managed to convey the words he couldn't say.

It’s Father’s Day 2024. I’ll be sharing more thoughts on my father in my next note to readers, which I’ll publish in the next week.