Rememberances

Today is my father's birthday, that is, if he hadn't passed away in 2004.  There are days when I miss him so terribly, that I feel there is a hole in my chest.  And then other times, I think of love and fun, Sir Graves Ghastly movies on Saturday afternoons, and the World Series Winning Detroit Tigers of 1984, and I smile and know that Angel Dad is watching from heaven.  Happy Birthday, Puba!

Christmas 1973
Dad and Mom

"Rocket To The Moon!"

My father, with his first-born on his shoulders
(Dig that crazy tie!)

And an old friend left us last week for The Rainbow Bridge: Spit Spot. I posted about his recent 20th birthday here.  His family is very sad, yet have a houseful of rowdy kittens to lick away their tears.

Farewell, Angel Spit Spot