📷 I received a picture of my father today. It was sent to me by my cousin and I didn’t think to ask how he came upon it. I guessed it was from the late 50s or early 60s, but it was 1970.
Two things stick out to me when looking at the picture. Pictures from 1970 look really old to me now. And I just didn’t know him. The man. My father.
Parts of my life from back then never overlapped with my life now. I guess it’s something I’ll never fully feel resolved about.