Father’s Day 

I was talking to my Dad the other night on the phone.  We talk about once a week.  I find these conversations invaluable.  They ground me in a way.  He and his father are heroes of mine in a way that that is somehow daughting and achievable at the same time.  They are both remarkable people I am quite proud to be my fathers son.  My grandfather is gone, but his memory is very much alive.  And my father is older now, but still kicking.  When ever I close my eyes and think of them, this is what I see.

  
Thanks you Mom sort sending me a picture that matches the image that comes to mind whenever I think of my Father, and his.  

And thanks Dad, for giving me a hero to look up to.
Pf 

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