Me and my hero
My Dad was kind of gruff man on the outside but he had a heart of gold. I've never met a kinder man than him in my life. He was my hero from day one. Of the few photos I have of him, this is the one I treasure the most.
[Photos are better if you click on them to embiggen.]
posted by Libby Spencer @ 2:51 PM
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My sympathy and a hardy "Happy Birthday" to your Dad. I find myself singing "Happy Birthday" to him in my head. The flowers are "forget-me-knots" what a great flower to remember him by. Such a handsome Dad----and the child? Is that you? Such a cutie patutie. Our hope is that when our earthly journey is finished we move on to a better place. Maybe someday we will be reunited never to be seperated again.
Yes, that's me. And I still feel Dad's spirit nearby sometimes, in the song of a bird or in an unexpected song played on the wind chimes in the still night air. But I sure do miss having two way conversations with him.
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