I am at the airport this morning having decided i needed to go to my father sooner than i had planned. I have read all your heartfelt comments and taken them into my heart and mind. They all help. Thank you :)
I had intended to tell you all about what it has been like to be his daughter for 56 years. The stories will have to wait but the images say what is important anyway. That's me in "tent" looking at him and my sister Lynn digging in the sand. It is 1957 in Florida on our annual family camping trip. The last image is my dad at about the age of 19 or 20. I talked to my dad on the phone yesterday and although he was unable to talk back to me i knew that he was listening because when i told him i planned to post this old photo of him because it is so handsome he actually laughed. Not loud, not so anyone else could tell what that small whisper meant but i knew. I knew he was amused.
Love, robin
