This past week was another family birthday. My father would have been 73; he died when he was 46. It is hard to believe that almost all of my adult life I have not had my father around. He died before I had children. It is a shame since I think my son looks a lot like him. My dad could grow a beard quickly and it was very full -- my son can do this too.
Not too long ago I was telling someone how I have a hard time backing out of my driveway -- even after living here for years. I said to them that my dad would really be disappointed in that since his rule was when I was at home and started driving -- I had to back the car in beside the carport -- no excuses to not do it.
I have always like this photo. It is fun. This is not my mother -- she told me once who it was and I can't remember. I can't remember where it was either. It was one of those set up photo things at a fair or something. When she reads this -- I know I will get an email telling me again so I can remember.
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