Dad Was Synonymous With His

When It Comes To Father's Day, I Will Remember My Dad For Both Being There To Nurture Me And Also For The Times He Gave Me On My Own To Cultivate My Own Interests And To Nurture My Own Spirit.

Simple. Pared Down. Timeless. The Ties Were Never Too Thick Or Too Thin; The Pants Were Never Too Flared Or Too Skinny. In My Life With Dad, He Wore Western Apparel Because We Went Riding - Jeans, Cowboy Boots, The Turquoise Belt Buckle. But It Was All Very Simple, And That Classic Look Is Very 'ralph Lauren.'

It's Something He Used To Say When He Was Happy. It Could Be A Very, Very Simple Day. We Might Be Sitting Out On The Front Lawn. Dad Loved Classical Music And We Might Be Listening To Some Stravinsky Or Something And Having Some Tea And Eggs. And He'd Say, 'oh, Good Stuff, Isn't It?'

The Grief Of Losing My Father Has Come In Waves Over The Years, As It Does With Most People. His Love And Devotion As A Father Provided My Closest, Most Intimate Relationship. Dad, And Our Time Together, Is In My Bones. While Reflecting On Him, The Memories Themselves Seem To Boil Down Into Certain 'essences Of Dad.'

It's Not What Your Parents Give You. It's What You Do With Your Own Stuff.