Saturday, March 9, 2013

My Father Died 26 Years Ago Today

 3/9/87.  It was a Monday.


















Here we are in November, 1964, 10808 Newgate Avenue, Whittier, California.  He was 57 then, I was just shy of a year.  And, yes - when people who didn't know us saw us together they all assumed he was my grandfather.  Can't really blame them, though I was always quick to correct.  To say that I miss him is easily in the top three of the most severe understatements I could make.  Really, top two.

IBL:mm

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