RE: So I was In the Van Knitting, With Dad...
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Not particularly. He and my mother split up when I was 13. He moved interstate when I was about 17. There was not much contact in that period. The last "strong" memory of him was when we did an Easter trip out to Mildura, from Adelaide.
I think its the only photo I have of us together as "adults". (I posted this in a long, rambling thingo I wrote on chain ages ago, probably prior to when we were aware of each other's existences)
No hints on who is who :D
He died when I was 19. Wasn't ever super close, but I feel like the relationship was just establishing itself when he died at 49. Aneurism. Sudden.
Now, I collect "dads", I have my father in law, my friend Krystal's dad; and a few other "blokes" who are like father figures. They're all what I would describe as family.
You do NOT look impressed in this photo at all. It's a shame you didn't get chance to develop your relationship in a positive way but I'm glad you have other Dad's to fill this role a little. I swear I seek out old surfers at the beach because they are in some tiny way, like Dad. Tiny!