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| Dad 1918 |
Dad was born in Guelph Ontario in 1914. This photo was taken about 1918. It's one of my favourites although I haven't got very many of him.
On Christmas Day 1960 my father died. He was only 46 years old. I still miss him even after 53 years. While I had him he was the best father ever - taking me fishing, teaching me to skate and throw a ball.
So hey Dad I just wanted to tell you how much I love and miss you still. Wish you were here.
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| Dad in WW2 |
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| Family. That's me in the carriage |
3 comments:
What fabulous photos indeed. So lucky to have them...
I especially like the last photo and the grin on your dad's face. He looks so happy to be there with his big family. I know you must still miss him. My sister died 10 years ago, when she was 46 years old. I talk to her in my head every day.
I'm sorry to hear about your sister Mariann. That's so nice though that you still talk to her every day in your head.
I like that last photo too because in my mind, my dad is looking down at me with such joy - which is how he always looked at me until he died.
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