This is my sister, Dianna and my father, Charlie.
This was taken at a birthday party we had for Dad's 60th birthday, just a few months prior to Dianna being tragically killed in a car accident.
Dianna was acting silly in this picture, as usual.
We always joked that my father was like a cat - he had nine lives.
These are the things he survived that I can think of at the moment:
- Head on car collision with a drunk driver.
- Fell out of a tree while hunting, twice.
- Suffered from rheumatic fever at 30 years old.
- His nose was broken three times in his life (ouch).
I come from hearty stock.
I miss you both.
To my readers:
Hug your loved ones.
Right now.
Stop what you are doing and hug someone.
3 comments:
Wow! He sure did have 9 lives! That's a lot of bad things to happen to one person.
Ok, ok, I'll do it! I'm hugging, I'm hugging, I swear.
Here's one to you too!
your sister looks like she must have been so much fun.
i give my husbands hugs every day. whether he wants them or not.
and if we ever meet? i will give you a great big hug!!!
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