This year it's 28 yrs since Dad went to his heavenly home, and not a year goes by that I don't miss popping in on Father's Day with some goofy gift. If I bought him useful stuff, like clothes or tools, he'd throw a fit claiming there was nothing wrong with the clothes or tools he had. Soooo... I got him goofy stuff. He didn't seem to mind those gifts.
My dad as a boy making his First Holy Communion
My dad in his younger days returning from the hunt.
My dad when he was in the Army Air Corps, WWII
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