Above, Daddy in May of 1945, the year he met my mother. I found this old driver's license photo in the pages of my mom's Bible, which is where she keeps all papers of exceptional value to her. Daddy was 22 years old in that picture, the age my son is now. My dad has been gone 17 years and yet he guides me still. Below, that's him with my son, his first grandson and second grandchild, 20 years ago. They were such pals.
Wow! Your daddy (in that top photo) looks like Will Smith. Happy Birthday, Angella's Daddy!
ReplyDeleteNancy, that's so funny that would say that because my son's friends keep telling him that he reminds them of Will Smith, yet he looks nothing like my dad! But maybe in 20 or 30 more years he will! Ha!
DeleteThat bottom picture just says it all. Happy Birthday to your daddy.
ReplyDeleteVesuvius, it sure does. Thank you, dear one.
DeleteOh honey. How you must still miss him.
ReplyDeleteMs. Moon, I do miss him. I have never properly written about him. He was such a fine man, deeply emotional in a world that didnt always respect deep emotionalism from a man, but he had my mom, and he wore the mask otherwise. But not with us. I love him so. Such an unerring moral center, and he didn't even have to work at it. It was just who he was. Thank you.
DeleteSending you a hug on this special day.
ReplyDeleteThank you, dear Birdie!
DeleteYour blog makes me so happy. Your writings, your pictures, your sharing your family with us. Thank you for that. Bless you.
ReplyDeleteNerd girl, it is so nice to see you here! Thank you for your kind comment, and the blessing!
DeleteI love those wonderful photos of your father. I know my father's birthday can be painful, I hope this was a day of happy remembrance instead of grief for you.
ReplyDeleteellen, it was a day of melancholy remembrance, not sad, but reflective. I miss him so. hugs, dear friend.
DeleteI love this.
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