Memorial Day...

... honoring those who sacrificed all for our country.

May 25th is also my fathers birthday. He was born in 1916 and has been gone since 1961. I only had 11 years with him, and it was not enough.

He was a good and fair man, according to my mother. At 11, I only knew him as a loving father, who doted on his children.

I'm sad that he never go to meet our daughter, the rest of his grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. I miss him every day.

My father with my brother and me

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My father with my brother and me

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