Bittersweet
As I get ready to see one more Thanksgiving without my Dad, it will again be bittersweet. Being with family is what makes the holiday matter most, but without his charming, bellowing voice at the table, it is a lot quieter. I miss you Dad. I am reminded of you helping me grow up with small town values and what an amazing man you were. It said a lot that you were the most loved man in any town we lived in, not based on wealth or popularity. Just for being unique and a true gentleman.
he was all of that.
ReplyDeletedo you know where this was taken, how old he was?
I can only guess. I am not even sure where I received it. I think it's Boise era. 60s.
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