Maybe someday, Father’s Day will be a little less painful for me. Missing him every day is a soft, bittersweet thing. But Father’s Day still brings back for me the sharp, immediate pain of loss.

Charles A.S. Heinle, and his father, Charles J. Heinle

Here is Charles A.S. Heinle, with his father, Charles Jacob Heinle. It is a wonderful, very modern sort of image; not posed, but capturing everyday life in a snap of a shutter.

Charles had a distance from his father, probably starting from around the time Elisabeth Steuber Heinle (Dad’s mother, Charles J’s wife) died, and Charles J. remarried very quickly (possibly for love, probably also because he needed help with the four children he’d been left to raise alone.) I don’t think my father ever fully forgave his father for that.

But this shot comes from a time before all that, when it was just father and son, spending time together outside on a summer’s day.

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