Needless to say three days a year with my father is far too little, so he and his girlfriend scheduled a month-long stay with us to reconnect and get past the "entertainment phase" that always occurs when someone visits. He wanted us to feel relaxed and at ease around each other again as we haven't spent any quality time together since the divorce.
My father visited us for a few days in London when I first moved (permanently) in the winter of 2002. I'm much more settled here now and have a distinctly different life to the one I led in America; it felt almost surreal having him in my world as though it were two universes clashing into each other. Meeting him at the airport I was giddy with excitement, we hugged and laughed and couldn't take our eyes off each other. We spent so long communicating by email and phone it was hard to believe the flesh and blood person was standing in front of me. (After such an extended long-distance relationship, friendships, and now familyships (!? yes, I made up a word) I should be used to this feeling by now, but I never am.) We also finally met his girlfriend, Colleen, whom I had heard much about. She has a warm smile and a great sense of humour, which is necessary in this family.
Dad took a million photos before we even left the Heathrow car park (like father like daughter) and nearly freaked out when we drove onto the M4 on the left-hand side (throughout his trip he had momentary "OMG!" reactions when he thought we were on the wrong side of the road.. reminded me of myself when I first visited England.)
When dad walked into our flat the first thing he noticed were his framed drawings hanging in the hallway; he loved the uniqueness of the frames which are glass on both sides so the drawings appear suspended. I was happy he was able to see our flat before we move again. It was early morning and sunny so after dropping off their luggage we went for a walk down the river Thames into town and then sat for several hours by the river to talk. He commented how cool it was to see everything in person after becoming so familiar with them in my photographs.
It has been a very eventful month. The morning my father and I were set to go to the British Museum a bomb went off in nearby Tavistock Square, I went to Paris, and everything in between. I will be writing about all of this and posting the photographs during the next few weeks.
dad fixed the window! dads are handy to have around.
I love how each time we see photos of your dad, he's smiling and interacting with the camera. :0)
My dad gets annoyed and often it's, "Julia, put that damn thing away. PLEASE" ;)
How are you guys getting around in London, btw? Are you taking the tube, or something else? Stay safe over there.
Don't take this the wrong way, but I think your fathers' grey hair would look much funkier in black-and-white - he reminds me of most of the conductors (In the symphonic-orchastra sense, not as in busses!) I've ever had the pleasure to know for some reason...
And the food looks wonderful! Your pictures are still great....grr, I'm hungry now!