April 6th marked the anniversary of my father’s passing. It has been 24 years since we lost him, yet I still remember that day as if it were yesterday.
Dad had many flaws, but we loved him anyway. He may never have won Father of the Year, but he was our dad, and that mattered deeply to us. In his own way, he truly loved all of us, even if showing it did not always come easily for him. He did the best he could with what he had.
Since his passing, he has missed the births of so many of his grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Three of them undeniably have his eyes, and one looks so much like he did as a young man. Seeing those pieces of him live on in them is both beautiful and bittersweet.
This first picture in the collage was me as a baby with dad and mom. Second picture was taken at the birth of his last child. The last picture was taken at a family reunion, I think🤔?!
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