My Father My Dad

Father.

Father.

My Father My Dad.

My Father My Dad

My Father and I

 He Loved and Admired His Father

Father to my Dad.

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Father to My Grandfather.

His Father Where He Lies

His Father Where He Lies

Paying respect to a Father left behind.

To start a new world.

For his son.

And his son.

And his son.

And me.

Happy Father’s Day to all of the dads who know Father’s matter every day.

29 thoughts on “My Father My Dad

  1. The one of you so young, propped on his knee… ah Colleen, we just cannot roll back time. That moment was, he was… it all passes. Lovely post.

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    • Thank you so much Noeleen. It was, it was. He told me a story about that picture. That is actually cropped from a larger family photo. And in the full family picture his hand is on my hand and holding me firmly. He said I had been running around and very wild, he had to grab me and hold on so I wouldn’t go running off again. 🙂 It’s nice to know the little things. 🙂

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