The Power of the Written Word

I looooove this photo. It is a picture of my grandmother, holding my father when he was a baby. I believe they were in Philadelphia? 1947...
It has been two years this weekend that my father passed away. Sigh...
I was very pregnant when this picture was taken. And very happy.

Along with the photographs my most treasured items from my Dad are letters, poems, and cards he wrote to me. He was a very talented (and published) writer, and he always put a lot of thought into what he wrote.
When I was 10 years old someone at our elementary school read us the book The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein. I really loved that book, and I went home and wrote and illustrated my own version over the weekend. I showed my Dad, and the next day he brought me home a copy from the book store. Inside he inscribed it...

Isn't it special? Because of this, I try to always inscribe books that I buy my children.

The power of the written word was passed down to me by my father. I love reading. I love writing. I love typography. I love seeing people's handwriting and I treasure handwritten notes and cards.

I am missing my Dad so much this weekend, but I am so grateful that I have these things to remember him by!:)

"Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted." Matthew 5:4