My father was a note writer. He would stumble across something interesting or something that he wanted to share, and he would write a quick note and send it. The notes accompanied everything from photographs and newspaper articles, to funny little knick-knacks. And he always ended his notes with a smiley face.
A note from my dad about a picture from when we were little kids
I kept most of those delightful notes from my father, and I treasure them even more now that he’s gone. They’re a reminder of how much he loved his family and loved his life.
Me, my sister Mona, and my brother Clint when we were little.
I’m grateful to have had such a wonderful dad. Happy Father’s Day!
Me and my Dad
Me and my Dad
See you tomorrow!
Leah :-)