This is me looking up at my Daddy, my hero... Christmas 1959 (I think) with my mom and three brothers at my Aunt Mary's house. WE were never allowed to have a WHITE flocked Christmas tree growing up in California! I love this picture because how the glance at my dad is such a fleeting moment in time... and I will never look on his face again... in this lifetime. Sadly, my father passed away on March 13, 2008 at the age of 83. It seemed so sudden to me because I had lunch with him on Friday and he was ok. Then over the weekend he must have come down with pneumonia again and wasn't strong enough to fight it. I stayed by him until Thursday evening until all my brothers could get there to see him, and then we let him go. My Dad has never had much use for religion and voiced his doubts that there is a God or a continuing of life after death. I take great comfort in knowing that now he knows. And I reminded him in his final hours that when he gets where he is going to remember that "I told you so!" My heart is heavy and I will always miss him.
