Above – A pencil portrait drawn of my dad many years ago by one of his firemen cohorts from Station 22. You’ll find this portrait hanging in my upstairs half-bath. You can’t sit on the toilet without seeing it. I felt it an appropriate place to hang it since he always referred to the bathroom as his “library.”

Today my dad would be 89 years old. He was taken by liver cancer at the young age of 48, on my 22nd birthday.

Don’t ever underestimate the love between a father and his daughter, or between a father and his son(s). It is powerful through life and death!

As each day passes, remember those you love and those you’ve loved, and hold them dear to your heart.

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