My dad died less than a week before I turned 13.
40 years ago.
Not a day goes by that I don't think of him. I miss him. He was truly a nice person. I try to make him proud every day. Some days that is harder than others.
This is my dad and me when I was 7 or 8. He died when I was 12.
November 14, 1922 - June 22, 1979
39 years without my dad.
Me? Canadian, writer, RN, crafter, Girl Guide Leader, Red Hatter, 3-dog owner, photographer, geocacher, cool Mom, and all around FUN and FUNNY person!