On Fathers Day, I enjoyed the many FB post with pics and well wishes to Dads. Mine died twenty-five years ago, and I still miss him. We seldom saw eye to eye while growing up and there were disappointments on both sides. Heaven knows, I see some of him in me each day. I sometimes find myself saying, that is so like Bernie. Despite all the head butting, toward the end of his life, we finally accepted each other. Wish he could have stayed around a while longer for me to enjoy that. Here's to you Dad.
Little Vin at Dreamland by Edward Patterson
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