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!
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Christmas 1973
Dad and Mom |
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| "Rocket To The Moon!" |
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My father, with his first-born on his shoulders
(Dig that crazy tie!) |
And an old friend left us last week for The Rainbow Bridge: Spit Spot. I posted about his recent 20th birthday
here. His family is very sad, yet have a houseful of rowdy kittens to lick away their tears.
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| Farewell, Angel Spit Spot |
