I went away to summer camp for 2 months every year from age 7-13. This was the first and only time my father ever visited me during these summers away. I remember being overwhelmed with emotion that he actually showed up. This photo froze that moment in time for me. It has always been my favorite picture of us together. The other photo with both my mother and father emerged years later.
On Father’s Day I am remembering Stephen. He died of AIDS in 1992 when he was 55 years old.