One of my favorite family photos–my father holding his oldest grandchild Daniel.
He left us on this day in 1985, and he was: a loving father and grandfather. A devoted husband. A retired Army vet. An educator. An artist. A writer. An historian. A public servant. A youngest brother to three siblings and an affectionate uncle and son who never stopped missing his late mother and late father.
As I miss mine. If he were alive today, he’d be utterly horrified by the country for whom he landed at Normandy on D Day, willing to sacrifice everything from the most basic comforts to his own life for liberty and justice.
I’m grateful he’s resting in peace.
do you know who took the photograph?
Yep; I did. It’s from April ’75, and we were all in Weaver for their anniversary. The twins were three months old.