My intention for this blog was and is to write about art, my art, other inspiring creative projects. On family day this year I found myself thinking about my father and baking a cake. Cherry Pound Cake is the birthday treat I made for him for many years. Often, he said there weren’t enough cherries in it or that it was a little underdone. I think I did get it right a few times and this is one of them.
When he left us in 2018, I spoke at his well-attended memorial service. I’m sharing some of those words here to capture and honour his memory.
My dad taught me to be self-sufficient, to look after my family, my house, my cars. He helped me to build bookcases, decks, install floors and change oil. He taught me by example to work hard and to speak my mind. I learned all these practical things from him and more importantly, I learned that I can do anything I set my mind to.
He was always, unconditionally, happy to see me.
I am so grateful that I had the opportunity to visit Scotland, where he was born and that I could show him my photos and share my experiences.
It was very hard to see his body failing him these last few years but also interesting to see how he overcame physical challenges by engineering solutions with levers, planks and gears. His mind was always so sharp — he was a very smart man.
A couple of months ago, I helped to repair the floor in their shed and he sent me a thank-you card. He said in it that, one day, I might make an excellent handy-man. I know he was proud of me and that he loved me.
Last week he said to me that he knew he had a good life.
I hope that one day, my daughters will remember that I love them as much as he loved me, my mother, and my sister, our girls.