After he died on 11-07-13, I volunteered to put together photos for his memorial, and that gave me about 15 minutes in his office to look for displayed photos and through albums. Although we used to stop by his basement office any time I visited, I had not been to that room in a few years, probably since George was born. He used to joke that all of his worldly belongings were either in the basement or his office. I guess he was an early adopter of the man-cave, and William George could have done some serious damage to the basement. My dad spent a lot of time in his office, and being there, however briefly, was very important to me.
I had seen the decades-old photo many times, of course, but as I sat in his chair and saw the prominently placed (top/center/eye level) image, it struck me how important the photo was... what it represented. About a week after my dad's death, Tom Hussey's images were on various online outlets, capturing a similar sentiment, and it made me appreciate the photo even more. I'm glad the photo was important to him, and I'm grateful to have learned that... to have had the epiphany of how he saw himself... as a young man, physically strong... confident... with a young family... and a bright and long future. I'm grateful to have been part of it.
We miss you, dad.
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