My father died in his sleep last night. He was 89 years old. This photo of the two of us was taken at a Father-Daughter dance when I was a freshman in high school.
I am glad I had the time with him that I did. He was always curious and open to new things. He loved to eat and laugh. He was proof positive that if you screwed up your life you could change and become a better person. He taught me that Life can be as happy or miserable as you choose to make it.
I have a lot of good memories and stories that I will treasure always.
