Dad breathed his last on this plane. Hubby swore he saw him that night, going to check on the kids, and I absolutely believe it. He constantly checked on my brother and I when we were kids, as we slept. And I'm sure he wouldn't have left before making sure all the grandkids were safe and sound.
And he's still doing just that.
Thanks, Dad! And here's to you!
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I mark the day that I lost my father too. I love the way you've turned it into a celebration of remembrance.
I'm so very very sorry for your loss.
I'm glad that you have memories that make you smile. :)
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