Dad would've been 80 today. Been about 15 years since he wandered on. Now that I'm 63, I'm starting to feel he died young. Mom most likely took this photo. I'm the blonde on the right. My youngest brother is still to come, apparently, in three years or so. No wonder Dad looks overwhelmed here. Now I know how he feels.
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