Dad's first Eucharist. Odd, how there is a glow that surrounds my Dad. Optical illusion ... or something else, I have my answer and it is as clear as the Truth written on our hearts. It was a sign of the person my Father was to become.

My Uncle Dave in the background, looking at his older brother. How their lives would change, when at age 21 Uncle Dave died in a car accident.

Of course, my sister and I were no where around during those dark times but one need only apply a little empathy peppered with life experience and the same emotions course through the body ...

Look at my Dad, he doesn't look very comfortable in that white suit coat. What kid would at that age, going for one of those silly grown up rituals. God, of course, had plans for Dad and they started well before Dad even existed.

My Dad, how I miss you ...