My Dad

My Dad and I had a quite different life for which I owe him a great debt that I can only pay forward.  We had many things in common though.  We especially enjoyed a good family get together with a big meal and all the trimmings.  As vividly shown in the top picture, we both enjoyed our nap after that meal.  I don't know who took this picture but neither of us were disturbed.  He was not quite as tall as me but stronger, bigger; a gentle giant.  Gone home 21 January, 1971.