Today would have been my Dad’s 63rd birthday. We lost him very suddenly on Valentine’s Day 2009, while he was on a ski trip with life-long friends. They had gone out for a ski and when they got back he decided to take a nap. His last words were, “Well guys, it just doesn’t get any better than this”. And then he closed his eyes for the final time. For those who have lost a dad, you know how devastating it is and that you never fully recover. For me, sharing stories and remembering my father in different ways has been very helpful.
Now, my Dad would be the first person to tell you he cared nothing for or knew nothing about fashion. This may have been true (although I know he was quite the clothes-horse prior to serving in Vietnam), but he did know about style. Fashion and style don’t always go hand-in-hand. Some of the most “fashionable” people are those that walk to the beat of their own drum and have a “signature” look. This was my father. He lived in Pendeltons, Levis, his beret or sun hat, and blue or green tees. Oh, and the beard. I do not remember him ever without one. He always looked put together and adorable. We like to say he was the “Dapper Woodsman”. So, in honor of him, here is a look at the style of P. Michael Gergen. He would act mortified by this, but secretly I think he’d get a kick out of it.
“Out through the fields and the woods and and over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view and looked at the world and descended.
I have come by the highway home and lo, it is ended.”
I love you and miss you every day Dad…