My Father

It’s been twelve short years since my father went for a run and ran straight to heaven. That’s the way my sister tells the story and I like that version best. He was 52, an amazing man, artist, and my very best friend.

This is the last photograph ever taken of my father and a constant reminder of why I do what I do. I took the photo on a short hike in the hills of upstate NY just a few days before he died. It was my goal to get a great photograph of my father that day. Maybe some kind of portrait showing how well he was aging and all the characteristics of his face. I wanted to “see” him more since I lived far from home in Colorado.

But it never happened…..I just didn’t want to disturb our hike together, it was perfect just the way it was. I guess this is the documentarian in me. There was beauty in our hike I wanted to capture it. So, as my father seemed to steady in his pace (he had quite the pace–always leaving my mother in the dust by mistake), I took a knee and made this image. He never even knew I took this frame and now when I think of him this is the image I see. Taking a peaceful walk in the woods, with our good friend Chase, embracing its beauty.

Words could never describe how wonderful a man my father was. The way he chose to carry himself and the way he made people feel. From time to time he would wear a smiley face sticker on his shirt just to inspire a positive reaction from others. Always striving to be a better man himself, I often wonder if he had any idea what a success he really was.

Love ya Dad. : )

 


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  • Steve Stanton

    on October 1, 2012  11:11 am

    amen. how proud he must be

  • Jenna

    on October 1, 2012  11:16 am

    Oh, so sweet Shane. I love this story.

  • CJ

    on October 1, 2012  11:43 am

    Love it Shane. Thinking of you today. XO

  • Jenny

    on October 1, 2012  1:34 pm

    He was the coolest. I think of him so often. Very beautiful sentiment in your blog.

  • Kate Wingard

    on October 1, 2012  2:33 pm

    awesome

  • Jason Badke

    on October 1, 2012  6:14 pm

    I'm moved by your words. I've always held the belief that of all the loved ones in our lives, a select few are role models, held in the highest regard. We take the best of what we perceive of their character, and it makes a lasting impression on us, and when we lose them, the part of them imprinted into us is thrown into sharp relief and clarity.
    I never knew your father, but what you describe of him I see in you, and that's the greatest honour a father can hope to have.

  • Lindsay Macomber

    on October 1, 2012  11:39 pm

    I wish everyday I could've met him. I know I would have loved him. I have first hand knowledge of what an amazing son he raised. I'm thankful:) He would be so proud of who you are. He plays a daily role in your life--he would be so happy to know what an influence he has been to you....and what an inspiration. I love you so much.

  • Josh

    on October 2, 2012  9:40 am

    I must say that you are your Fathers son. Few men have I had the pleasure of meeting where I know that I am loved, for nothing more than just being me. Your Father obviously showed you how beautiful a humble life can be. Thank you for sharing this with the world and sharing your life with us all.

  • Loren

    on October 9, 2012  2:15 pm

    This really touched my heart Shane. Knowing you and who you are, just shows how great a man your Dad was and is, in your heart. :)

  • Carla Reich

    on October 15, 2012  3:18 pm

    Thank you, Shane. Your words are beautiful and express a deep sense of reverence for the beauty and transience of life. Your unconditional love for your father and his for you surely gives you a sense of buoyancy through even the difficult days when you must still miss him sorely. I am flying a long way to see my father next month, for the first time in two years, and I value the chance that I have been given to do that.

  • Bill Norton

    on November 9, 2012  11:28 am

    Shane,
    Wow 12 years,it doesn't feel that long? Your Dad was a hell of a man and I proud to have called him friend. He was always so proud of you and your sister and would tell anyone who would listen. I know he would love the photo-always climbing higher.
    Bill Norton

  • Bill Norton

    on October 12, 2013  12:06 pm

    Shane,
    I read this again today for some reason and It still brought a tear to my eye. I consider myself extremely luck to have called him friend for all those years.
    Bill