It has been so long since I have blogged.  Sorry.  

I just got a package in the mail that has exposed so many emotions.  Unexpected and totally appreciated.  My cousin sent me some “things” to remember my dad. 

My dad died when I was just 4 years old in 1967.  To be exact, 2 days after my birthday.  For so many years I have wondered and dreamed what it would be like to know him, to talk to him, to hear his voice.  Weirdly, I have wondered what he liked to do, places he would have wanted to visit.  He was so young.  I have almost made up stories in my mind about fishing trips and Christmas memories.  I have heard so much, wondered so much and hoped so much.  

My dad died young.  He was the age of my son David, who actually bears his name.  In the wake of the divorce of my parents and death of my father, I grew up with my grandma and grandpa ... [more]