Me & My Dad

My dad's birthday is coming up soon and of course I am thinking about him. My parents died way too early for me and my siblings. It has been the hardest thing we had to go through. Like the rest of the world, we are no different. Maybe I can try and find some more pictures of his Derby days and post them here.

 Me with some Derby people getting me started right.

 Dad in the left in a pile.

The book that both these pictures are in. My mom gave the author the originals and I could never find the book or the pictures again. Thanks to amazon my family (fam) is preserved. My 15 minutes, lol.

Movie Star Dad Early 1960's

I can't help but stare at his hands. They moved me so much in his last days.
When we thought we still had hope, he was wiping his brow and scratching his nose.
When he was finally released from the boxing mitts his hands were so skinny and chapped, his nails over grown, yet he did not want me to cut them. He was in so much pain. I blew on them to cool them, I put lotion on them with one finger and blew as I smoothed it ever so gently trying not to hurt him.

When he was in hospice his hands laid on his chest mostly not moving. There I took note of his forearm. Where did the skin go that made up the muscle of my strong father? His bone was so rectangular.

The End of a Generation