That’s a photo of my Dad in Outer Mongolia, in 1992, when I and a group of friends and family went to see my parents there. (He was the U.S. ambassador to that country at the time.) Dad was 49 when we visited then. I just turned 49 this past Thursday.
Sometimes when I look at
It is the job of parents to go before their children. We break a trail for them through time, setting a path so they have something to rebel against, and if we’re lucky, eventually a guide to follow.
The cycle of the generations proves to me that time isn’t linear, it’s cyclical, at least according to the secret calendars of the soul.
Photos © 1992, 2013, Joseph E. Lake, Jr. and T. Rotundo.
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