For those of you that follow along on Facebook, this is old news.
Last week when I started looking for pictures of my dad for a memorial, I was finding pictures in folders everywhere. I’m sure there are still more that I missed. All of these were posted to Facebook over a couple of days.
That’s not good enough. I wanted to put something up here where I can go to and thumb through the pictures without having to wander all over Facebook posts looking for them.
I’m doing this for me and I’ll be adding more pictures to the gallery as I come across them.
My dad had a very narrow view of what is right and what is wrong. In his world, there was no gray and in my whole life, I can’t remember him ever being wrong.
You were either doing things right, or you were wrong.
I want this here so that on a bad day I can come here and look at these pictures to remind me of where I came from. Remind me that somewhere in my head is this view of what is right and what is wrong. This view of the world that has been instilled in me since birth.
Only now I’ll have to imagine how the rest of it all went.
Those times he vehemently disagreed with me.
I’ll have to imagine that firm tap on the back of my head.
And I’ll have to imagine that low growl as he said… what the hell’s wrong with you.
Even now, 60 as I write this, I imagine I can use both of those admonishments now and then.
After trying a few times over the last two years or so, he finally got what he wanted.
Kenneth H. Gortowski
June 30, 1931 — January 16, 2017