My dad would have been 87 today. He died, suddenly, in 1997. Presenting this information suggests a response. He’s sad and we should feel sad now. I’m not. I think of him every day, but that thought rarely connects to any recognizable emotions. Sadness is not a word I would use. I want you to know what he was like. I take pictures of flowers because he did. I was a total asshole to him about it when I was a teenager. “Why do you keep taking close-ups of flowers? They all look the same.” I assumed that how narrowly I saw the world represented the size of the world.
Calvinist + Robin C. Jones
Calvinist + Robin C. Jones
Calvinist + Robin C. Jones
My dad would have been 87 today. He died, suddenly, in 1997. Presenting this information suggests a response. He’s sad and we should feel sad now. I’m not. I think of him every day, but that thought rarely connects to any recognizable emotions. Sadness is not a word I would use. I want you to know what he was like. I take pictures of flowers because he did. I was a total asshole to him about it when I was a teenager. “Why do you keep taking close-ups of flowers? They all look the same.” I assumed that how narrowly I saw the world represented the size of the world.