Pictures are Worth a Thousand Words

Last night I was at an explorer meeting at PD. We had new ID cards issued and with that new photo's taken. As I look at my picture, I sadly and shamefully can’t think but I looked like my father. The facial expression I have just reminds me of my father.

At first I didn’t know what to think as I noticed the resemblance immediately. Keeping quiet and saying my goodbyes as I get ready to leave, I just had this sense that as I thought about this my mother knew what was on my mind. That likely she is looking down on me knowing that I was noticing the resemblance. She always thought I looked like my father and I thought I looked like my mother.

It’s funny that I think about this because as long as I can remember so many people who I met through my dad would always say I look just like my father. I would always nod my head politely when it was mentioned.

As much as I try to avoid it and forget about my father, I can’t help looking like him at least to some degree. Those of you, who know me, will likely be aware that I do not think kindly of my father for various reasons.

I guess its good I at least got a new ID card, and the picture is good, I simply cant escape my genes (which is ok, I am proud of my heritage : 65% Swedish, Caldwell name from 20% Scottish and 15%Australian I think). I have first cousins in Sweden and Australia.