I’ve been wanting to start blogging again for some time now, but thinking about it and doing it are two entirely different things. In honor of my Dad, who was never one to procrastinate, today is the day! I’m re-posting a favorite post from my old blog. Although this was written 10 years ago, it could have been written today. I miss you more than ever, Dad.
Today I would like to honor my father, John Bare. My Dad is not with us anymore. We lost him to cancer just the year before last. And while his passing is certainly the hardest thing I’ve ever had to deal with, my family and I take comfort in knowing that he did live a long and happy life. He was 78. My Dad was a quiet and dignified man. Honest to the core. He lived an amazing life, but you wouldn’t know it unless you dragged it out of him. He was orphaned while just a baby, yet rose above that and built an accomplished life completely on his own. He spent many years in Europe, including serving in World War II, but was American to the core. A flag flew at our house on every national holiday. My Dad was an innovator in the computer industry long before the personal computer was even around. He was a man’s man. The only time I saw him cry was when I left to move to New York after college. He traveled the world, but always wanted to get back home to his family. I always knew he loved me.
And that was the most pronounced thing about my Dad; his love for his family. I have never, ever, known a man more in love with his wife (my Mom). After 35 years of marriage, he still looked at her every day like she was the most amazing woman on Earth. They had a very sweet love story, meeting in Sweden while my Mom was on vacation from her native Liverpool. My Dad was 22 years her senior, she was 21 and he was 43. Not only that, he was a single father with three not-so-well-behaved little children (my brothers and sister Mike, Eric, and Susie). Love prevailed against all odds, as it so often does. My Mom and Dad got married, and I was born in Holland later that year.
Here’s to you, Dad. I love you and miss you.
These are some old photos of my Dad. Almost all of them need to be restored, but they are still so amazing! This is why I’m so passionate about photography
This was WAY before my Mom entered the picture. Those kids just look like hellions, don’t they?
This is the passport photo when my Dad moved to Sweden. Aaahh, fate! If he hadn’t moved to Europe, he wouldn’t have met my Mom. And then I wouldn’t even be here. Pretty wild! My Dad was pretty dang good looking. No wonder my Mom fell for him.