My father was the first of his siblings to graduate from High School. He was the middle child of 15, 12 of whom survived into adulthood. His mother died of cancer when he was fifteen.
The little boy standing next to him in this picture is my uncle Bruce, the youngest sibling. He's wearing his kindergarten graduation mortar board.
Here's dad with all of us at my graduation from Guilford College.
There's too much to write about here in this post...
I still miss him. Yet the things he taught me are gifts of wisdom that keep me sane, balanced, healthy and strong.
Everyone loved him.
Beautiful photographs of your family and Father. Just a lovely post and wonderful tribute.
ReplyDeleteOh, Jenny, big hugs. I know that miss all too well.
ReplyDeleteWow, can you imagine being one of 15 children?! That must have taken some parenting!
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Beautiful memories, thanks so much for sharing.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful tribute to your father! What an amazing man he seems to have been. An inspiration to his whole family. A man who forged the way ahead for those to follow in his footsteps. He was a good-looking man and clearly much loved. These are beautiful, happy photographs that tell a story of love and great pride. Thank you for sharing your Dad with us.
ReplyDeleteWonderful post.. the photos are so beautiful.. there is so much happiness and love in his face *hugs*
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