Wire Frame Glasses

Wire Frame Glasses

I have been in New York for roughly five months, and it took me just about all of it to head out to Long Island to see my Aunt and Uncle and as I sat on the train watching Long Island fade into the background, I couldn’t help but think about my father.  I have had almost a week to sort out my feelings and stumbled across more emotion and feelings I thought I had stored up inside me.

I still find it difficult to look at pictures of him and especially difficult to look at pictures of him, my two sisters and me.  As I stare at those photographs, I recognize everyone, but for the life of me, I can’t remember when or who took those pictures, I am sure it was probably my father, it was what he did. I can’t remember being in the place of the picture. I can’t remember the smiles on the faces of the people in the picture…my smile.

There is one constant memory, however, that I have, they are of his glasses, they were gold wire frames, and when he would put them on, he had to hook them over his ears. It’s an unexplainable memory, but it is certainly my strongest.  I am grateful to my Uncle for finding an old pair when he was cleaning out my father’s apartment, and now those glasses sit in a box on my lap.

I looked at those glasses and wondered about the man who wore them, what things did he see through those glasses. What demons was he hiding from behind those glasses? As I sat on the train barreling back to the city, I had a memory flash from six years ago.  Before I moved to Nashville, my two sisters flew to Pennsylvania, we loaded into my car and drove to Long Island.  We were going to see my father for the first time since we were little girls and we were so nervous that the three hour drive seem to take a lifetime.  We sat at a restaurant with a couple of Uncles who we also hadn’t seen in years and cousins we never met before, and we waited.  My Aunt, explained to me that my father was just as nervous, and she wasn’t sure he was going to show.  She was afraid his anxiety was going to take over like it often did and he would just stay home.

He didn’t stay home that afternoon, he came into the restaurant, and the first thing I noticed were those glasses and the first thing he saw through those glasses were my two sisters, and I.  The first words my sisters and I heard from him were “Oh my beautiful girls.”

As I sat on the train, with Long Island fading fast, I considered that box of things and memories.  There were those wire-framed glasses for me, chess pieces for one sister, a flannel shirt for my other sister and a pile of the pictures of a childhood I don’t remember.  I sat there looking through my wire-framed sunglasses fighting back the tears. I learned things about my father from my Aunt and Uncle that sunny afternoon that I had never known. I learned that as a little boy he was a preemie and in an incubator for a long time. When he met my mother, he was young, happy and in love. When he found out they were pregnant with me they were excited and nervous.  In his later years, he didn’t talk about my sisters and me much; he didn’t talk much to anyone. But my uncle did say he would talk about that visit six years ago, how much he loved seeing us and wished it could have been longer.

I know slightly more of the person he was than I did when I got on the train in the morning, and I am certain he loved me as much as he could.  I learned that there was a lot of pain looking through those wire frame glasses, but there was also a lot of happiness.  As I held the box of random pictures and pieces of his life, I reached in and grabbed those glasses; I realized that I am further along than I thought I was and I have the closure and understanding I came to get. I am at peace with that part of my life.


5 thoughts on “Wire Frame Glasses”

  • 1
    Teresa Blackburn on March 17, 2017 Reply

    Beautiful homage to your father Gina. I always love your writing regardless of the subject. xxox

    • 2
      heartwritten on June 9, 2017 Reply

      You are far too kind Teresa!

  • 3
    Joe Trupiano on March 14, 2017 Reply

    RIP Jimmy….

  • 4
    maria on March 13, 2017 Reply

    Gina, before l started to read your blog, I saw the picture of your dad’s glasses and I started to tear up.
    They are so your dad. I haven’t seen Jimmy or thought about him for years and yet I’m sadden over his passing. I’m so happy that you are at peace with your feelings. God Bless you and your sisters I pray someday you will all be together again in heaven and feel the love.

    • 5
      heartwritten on June 9, 2017 Reply

      I’m hoping that he has found peace and is having a nice time with Uncle Rich 🙂

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