Happy Birthday to my Dad -- I owe so much to you

My Dad (from his own self portrait photograph)

Charcoal on Canson Mixed Media paper

13 x 14 inches

Barbara Muir © 2017

This is my father's birthday -- but he hasn't been around to celebrate 

for years.  I miss him.  As I said in an earlier post, this was my Dad's

relaxed outfit.  He was a very dressed up person.  He would 

probably be shocked at my indoor clothes, mostly worn for painting
 -- covered with paint, dog and cat hair.

I love everything my father taught me.  I most definitely walk in his

footsteps.  He was a very strict father for small children -- but as

we grew, he enjoyed us more and more.  I think I described our

connection best a few years ago, so I'll quote myself:

"It's appropriate on this almost last day of the Month
of Love to think about the meaning of love on
a deep level.  And here's what I know.  Not only
is my father visible in my face, and in my way
of talking, my love of humour, and the fact that
I have been both a journalist and an artist, like him. 
But the main connection I have with my Dad is in my
heart.

The powerful message he would like me to convey
if he were alive on this the final day of the Month
of Love, is that love lasts.  It never goes away.  And
my Dad's love for me, and mine for him is a
wonderful thing, and always will be for me.

Isn't that comforting to know?  I think so."

Have a loving the people in your world day.