“Love begins by taking care of the closest ones – the ones at home.” – Mother Teresa
The above picture is my father on a trip to Europe in 1995. I love this picture. He was 66 years old and robust and healthy and he looks so happy. This is how I choose to remember my father, a man in full.
Today is his birthday. He passed away this year on January 19th, so this is the first time in so many years that we haven’t celebrated his birthday. So, I’m celebrating it with all of you, dear readers.
He was a good man; an honorable man. And, he loved his family. Below are links to stories about my father that I shared in January when his passing was fresh and I was deeply mourning his loss.
Eight months later, I’m still mourning. I miss him so…
Until next time,
(other posts about my father)
- Daddy’s Girl
- Dance Me to the End of Love
- HeART and Soul
- High Flight
- In the Arms of Love
- Perspective: December 8, 1941
- Remembering Grandpa
- Requiem for My Father
- Sons of My Father
- The Family Man