Father’s Day is already over. But today is *my* father’s day. His 6th anniversary. I have never really liked the convention of remembering loved ones by the date of their death. It’s as if their defining feature was their passing – instead of their life. But I admit, it is a handy occasion to remember them. I usually remember my grandparents and father in private, but I have very much enjoyed reading my friends’ memorial posts for their fathers. Herba recently remembered her late father with a sad and touching post, so I delved into the oldest of my external hard drives and went down memory lane this morning. It is still more bitter than sweet, but overall I feel it is good to remember. And following Esther’s example – I really loved seeing all the photos of her father that Esther posted on the occasion of the last father’s day – I put together a few pictures of my papa.
I will never not miss you, Papa!
The ginkgo tree is in full leaf at the moment. It looks strong and healthy. I am glad that we have the tree to go to when we are in Germany, as a place to remember my dad at. Whenever I am there, I also think of you, my friends, who so kindly contributed to the tree – in the sense that you donated a wonderful sum of money to the local history society that my dad was very passionate about and which honoured my dad by planting this tree. Here’s to all our fathers!