I am always amazed by Kethry’s artwork and her summer camp experience was to spend two weeks at the Crocker Art Gallery in downtown Sacramento, the capital of California. The summer camp focused on nurturing her love of all things art and she has a talent and a skill that I could only dream of and which she inherited from her mother and shares with her Aunt Jessica. I had forgotten about the camp, not soon after it ended and found this book upon the kitchen table. The pictures barely do the drawings justice and your background music should be Chop Suey by System of a Down.
This is the cover of the book she made.
Back of the front cover.
Unfinished eighth page.
Unfinished ninth page.
There were four completely blank pages including the inside of the back cover.
The back cover. We let Kethry dye her hair using Kool-Ade. Purple and red which she seems enamored with as most of her artwork and drawings feature women with red or purple hair.
I turned 43 this year Dad. It’s been 12 years since I talked to you last and the world was a different place and I was still finding myself. I know you may think that I didn’t really need you as I became a man, but the reality is I was a man the day I left home. The man you made of me and you did such a good job Dad. You prepared me for that period of my life, for surviving on my own.
Now, I am a father and I’ve come to the place where you where when you started to raise me. This is the time where I once again need you Dad, but now I need you in a different way. You see, I am a Dad now and I need to talk to you about being a Dad. I need pointers, advice and I need my Dad. Look, you raised a sharp kid and I understand all those things I didn’t back then. I have always wondered how you dealt with Mom and I never doubted how much you sheltered me from the full impact of my mother. She’s passed on Dad, not that it should matter in our relationship.
I need to tell you this Dad, I need you to understand who I am because I need to thank you. You may not have been my father but you were my Dad. You are what I think of when someone talks about there Dad. I learned through you how I should act, what kind of man I should become Dad. You were my hero and I never wanted to let you down so I made sure I never got myself in trouble. I avoided doing something stupid and getting arrested because I never wanted to have to tell you I was sorry through a glass window.
Now that I am older Dad, and I have a son who is just like I was Dad. Now I need your wisdom and knowledge again because I need you listen to me Dad. This is the stage in our lives when I am supposed to come and visit and we are supposed to share a beer and we are supposed to laugh about how stupid I was as a kid. Then when I tell you about Haplo, my son, you will remind me how I was like that too. I miss and desire your counsel Dad.
Hopefully one day somehow this entry will get read to you like a letter and you will see me out and we will get to talk on the phone. You have 3 other kids and 5 grand kids with a 6th one on the way and I think they would all really love to hear from you again Dad.