Time to be nostalgic. . .

Today is Father's Day and I'm remembering my own father.  I always felt we had a special bond because I was born on his birthday. . .October 19th. . .family legend said it was just a few minutes after mid-night, as if my Mother hung on until the date offcially changed before giving birth to me.

My sister Fran and I have talked about how lucky we were with our parents.  They both were totally supportive of us our entire lives.  Daddy. . .we called him that until the day he died, although Mother was always called Mother. . Daddy thought his two daughters were the most beautiful and the smartest girls in the world.  Both parents never stopped telling us they loved us.  You can't buy that kind of security growing up.

I'm also thinking this morning about my grandson Adam.  This is his second Father's Day and he is an incredible father to his son Grayson.  Fathers today are a different breed from my generation.  They are "hands on" Daddys, who very much share the load.

With that in mind, I made one phone call this morning to say "Happy Father's Day" to my daughter Andrea's father.  He came into our lives when Andrea was five years old, and he is still very much a loving Dad, Grandfather and Great-Grandfather. Divorce doesn't change that one bit.
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Photo caption:  My sister and me, with our Dad.   Yes, I had bangs even then.