Saturday, May 14, 2011
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.