Sunday, April 20, 2014

Remembering Dad

Born 20 April 1931 passed peacefully 31 October 2001.

Imperfect. He loved me.

I still miss him.
 

Top photo: Dad gets his gong!
Bottom photo: Dad, in brown trousers, admiring the surrounds of the WTC.

2 comments:

  1. My Dad was an April baby, too. On the 23rd in 1917.

    He died at age 61 before the two of us could really work out our relationship. We never sat down and had a beer together. There's so much I would like to talk to him about. And, yes, like you, I still miss my Dad.

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