This week’s Photo Friday challenge was “Dad,” obviously in honor of Father’s Day. I debated about whether to do this one because of the pain I feel when I think of how my father abandoned me, but in the end decided to participate because I do have a lot of happy memories involving him. After he moved out the first time (there would be numerous comings and goings until the actual divorce), sometimes he would come get me on Saturdays (if he didn’t have a shooting match), and we usually went to Griggs Dam. We would go exploring, looking for arrowheads at the quarry and all through the wooded areas. He would tell me stories, and I would listen raptly; I was just so happy to be with him. I cried most nights because I missed him; keep in mind, I was only six years old.
Last fall, I finally went back there to see if I could handle it. It was painful, but I took some photos and tried to remind myself of his own damaged childhood, and tell myself he tried his best. Maybe one of these days that will work.
Anyway, here are a few photos in tribute to “Dad” . . .
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This is a stone “castle/fort” along the edge of the road winding through Griggs Dam. We used to play hide and seek there, and sometimes I would pretend I was a princess and Dad would pretend to be a dragon. We also would have lunch in the center of the fort. (Which was usually McDonalds, and Dad would order his sandwich without some item on it so they would have to make it special for him instead of getting a pre-made Quarter Pounder. He was like that.)
This is the view from across the river of one of our favorite places to go. I loved those trees and to me the branches looked like the snakes on Medusa’s head. And I felt protected amongst the dense trees.
As the sun set, Dad would take me home, and I was so sad I could barely contain it. I didn’t want the day to end, because I always had this fear I wouldn’t see him again. Unfortunately, that fear was realized. But despite all of that, I still love him, and deep in my heart hold a little girl notion that someday we’ll have a relationship again.