Today is my father's birthday, that is, if he hadn't passed away in 2004. There are days when I miss him so terribly, that I feel there is a hole in my chest. And then other times, I think of love and fun, Sir Graves Ghastly movies on Saturday afternoons, and the World Series Winning Detroit Tigers of 1984, and I smile and know that Angel Dad is watching from heaven. Happy Birthday, Puba!
Dad and Mom
|"Rocket To The Moon!"|
|My father, with his first-born on his shoulders|
(Dig that crazy tie!)
|Farewell, Angel Spit Spot|