All we have are our memories


It’s been almost a year since we placed dad in hospice and he passed away.  I remember standing near his bedside during Thanksgiving and Christmas and then his birthday thinking about the life he led, the regrets we had, the ultimate forgiveness between a daughter and father and realized how insignificant materialistic things are, grudges, and resentment.

Camping some time in the 80's

No parent is perfect, certainly not mine but I know dad showed his love for us kids in his own way.

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