Time spent with Dad
I don’t remember my parents ever being together as they separated when I was a year old or so. My earliest memories of my father are of spending time together on weekends. He would take me to the movies, buy me candy, read me stories and play games. When he moved back to Albuquerque, I didn’t see him for four years. During that time, he made sure I knew that I was in his thoughts by sending me the wackiest New Mexico postcards weekly. I looked SO forward to receiving them and absolutely treasured them. By the time I made my first trip to Albuquerque at 11 years old, I had amassed quite a collection! That first summer with my dad in 1977 was magical. We had SO much fun together. He introduced me to New Mexican food (and Wendy’s), took me to the movies, and played endless games of poker with me. We went to the amusement park (Uncle Cliff’s) regularly, played mini golf, went to arcades to play pinball machines, went on patrol (target shooting) and bowled. I got to spend a few summers that way as a teenager and they were the highlight of my year. My father eventually followed me to Los Angeles where I had moved in 1985 and we lived fairly close to each other for a number of years which enabled us to spend a lot a quality time together year-round. I even lived with my dad for a few months while finishing up my BA at UCLA. He spent hours cheerfully helping me write papers and study for exams. I know I couldn’t have succeeded in graduating without his support. I miss my dad terribly, but I am so grateful to have such wonderful memories of the quality time spent with such a caring father.