My earliest memory of my dad is a wisp of a memory, but one that will never be completely erased…it’s of the two of us traveling from Korea to the U.S. We were in an airport, and I was very, very young, and really, so was my dad. He was on leave from his posting in Vietnam, and was taking me to the States to stay with my aunt and uncle until he returned. It was just the two of us, and for some reason, he got paged. In a move that would probably horrify parents nowadays, my dad looked at me very closely and told me to stay right where I was, to not move, and he would be right back. And I didn’t move, and he did come right back. We trusted each other implicitly that day and have always, ever since.
All I’ve ever wanted is to be like him, to be loved like he is, liked as much as he is. Everyone says we look alike, but I have always wanted for us to be alike, because my dad embodies kindness, generosity, intelligence, humility, and charisma…just to name a few of his best traits, but not necessarily his only good ones.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad!
He didn’t tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it.
~Clarence Budington Kelland