This picture is of me and my Dad. I don't have a date for it but I assume I was three or four. I post it today because today is the day he died thirteen years ago. I'm not looking for sympathy I mostly just wanted a reason to post the picture because I have been wanting to make sure I preserved it. The first time I ever laid eyes on this picture was the night before my Dad's funeral. My Aunt and Uncle found it in their collection right after my Dad's passing and made a copy for me and my Mom and brought them to us. It has become quite famous in my family. My Grandparents wanted a copy and I think most of my siblings got one too. It has hung on my bedroom wall ever since. My niece was about that age at the time of my Dad's death and she looked a lot like me. We displayed it at the funeral and people kept saying what a cute picture of my Dad with his Granddaughter. I corrected them, don't worry. I mean looked at those awesome sunglasses in my hand! Those were so 1983 not 1998. :)
I love the emotion you can see in his face. It makes me feel very loved. I've always thought that I must have been thinking, "Yes, I have him wrapped around my finger." I think about him a lot and especially this time of year. He is a good man and I miss him everyday.