A Son's Tribute To His Father
As Mother prepared a feast consisting of Adirondack grilled burgers, baked
beans and chips, Dad, fishing pole in hand, walked down to the lake. He
called to me in his delightfully, mischievous voice: "Come on Donny, let's
work up an appetite." Grabbing my camera, I stepped off the porch, dashing
down to waters edge.
Our beloved Racquette Lake stood silent in its stillness. A carpet of
retiring water lilies flowered the shoreline as the last Dragon Fly of the
day searched for dinner.
We chatted a while and then with the gentle snap of his wrist, my Father
launched a favorite lure. It soared above and away from both of us as
clicking shutter married the whirl of spinning reel.
Years later I would realize that in that moment, a timeless photograph, a
precious memory and a gentle prayer were born: Do not be afraid for I am with
you.
Happy Birthday, Dad -- I love you.
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by Donald Owens
William J. Owens died of Alzheimer's disease in May 1985. He lives on in the
hearts of his precious Florence Elizabeth, 2 daughters 3 sons, 16 grand and 8
great grandchildren.
(The picture was taken at twilight
on Saturday, May 31, 1975.)
