Among the many things that my dad was, he was an amazing potter. He didnt think so, but I love the works he did. There was just a handful of pieces he had completely finished and glazed, and divided them up amongst a few good friends and family for christmas. It was hard letting them go, Ill be honest, but Im glad that a little part of him is now in each of their homes. My dad was the kind of man who got an idea in his head for something and then went full throttle with it. If he didnt know how to do it, he got books and taught himself. He got a bit obsessive over things and had to master them. There is really nothing I can think of that I would put past him to have been able to do. He just had talent running through his veins it seems. He always told me things didnt come easily to him, that he had to work at it over and over, but he always figured it out. I really look up to him in this respect. Here are just a few of his magnificent pots he threw.
Daddy, I miss talking to you on the phone everyday (or almost everyday)...even on the not so good days (and I know there were lots of them)...I miss your goofy grin you would get when you were up to no good (which was alot)...I miss the way your hands sounded when you rubbed them together b/c they were dry, rough and cracked from a lifetime of woodworking and labor...I miss the way you always smelled like your woodshop (one of the best smells in the world)...I miss hearing you call me kiddo...I miss the way you would make up your own language when you talked to your dog...I miss you dropping by my house randomly... I miss you confiding in me about your dates...I just miss you. I love you.