My Dad’s birthday is Sunday, he would have been 72 years old.
I wonder what he would look like.
Dad was a pretty handsome guy, at least I thought he was. His Dad was a handsome guy, I remember his smile mostly, it was a smile that could brighten up any room, not surprising that he was an excellent salesman, later a Vice President of an insurance company in Indianapolis. Dad’s mother had the most perfect porcelain skin, even though she smoked and drank constantly when I was growing up. I wish I knew her secret, but I was too young when she passed away to know that someday, like today, I would kill to know her skin care regimen. Virginia Slims and dry sherry? Doubt it.
When I close my eyes I can still see my Dads eyes. Bright, light green, like part of the ocean I saw last year parasailing. I can see his nose, it looks just like my nose when I look in the mirror. I’ve been asked a few times if I ever had a nose job – I do have a great nose. Nothing artificial here, just purely Eppich.
But I wonder… would the wrinkles around his beautiful eyes grow deeper as the years passed by? Would his smile be the same? Would he still have most of his hair or would it thin out like his dads hair did as he got older? His ears, his ears would be exactly the same, slightly too big and slightly stuck out. Would the scar on his chest from his bypass surgery be less noticeable as time went on? Would he be able to walk better because his surgery improved his health?
I don’t know.
I can only imagine now.
I miss you Dad, every single day.