Saturday, January 02, 2010

Reflections of my Dad

Sometimes when my daughter looks at me I see my Dad.  I can't describe it really.  It's not a gesture or an inflection.  There is something there in my daughter's eyes that is my Dad. 
It is nothing to be sad about or elated about.  It's just matter-of-fact.  I don't want to take too much stock in it and I will probably refrain from telling my brother or mother about it.  My Mom might take it to another level.  
I wonder what kind of grandfather my Dad would have been. Would he spoil TG?  Would he be at the park chasing after her?  Would he take her to the library and read stories to her?