I remember showing this photograph to Dad, a few short weeks before he passed away last year. We were going through box after box of old family photos and when we came upon this one, he asked "where was that taken?". When I told him that it was our own kitchen, right in the next room to where he was sitting, he was not to be convinced. As I pointed out the familiar doorways and window, and reminded him that we had renovated the kitchen so that it now looked much different, he only shook his head.. saddened that he could not remember. But then with his customary little grin, he simply gazed at it one last time, and as he tossed it aside, he said "well, wherever it was, I was one good looking devil, wasn't I?" Yes Dad... you surely were.
Missing you this long one year and loving you always.
Your Daisy.





















