Before I get too morose, let's just say it's that super special time of year when I get all wistful for my Christmas Past. Wait. How did I get on the subject of Christmas anyway? Oy. Anyhoo, I went poking around in my office closet earlier today and I found some old, and not so terrible, pictures where we actually look like a (kinda) happy family.
My dad and I may not always have seen eye to eye, but he was still my hero and I was cuckoo crazy about him. I hope somehow he knows that now. Happy birthday dad. I miss you.
|Mom, Dad and Me (vacation in FL circa 1983/84)|
|Xmas in CA (Dad, Brother Bri, Mom and Me circa 1994)|
|Dad and Me - Sept 1972|
|Dad and Grandpa 1925|