My dad would have been 89 yesterday. He was about 21 in this picture, a new Army Air Corp recruit with a hand lettered nametag, soon to go to war. He was only 58 when he died, much too young. He never knew his granddaughter, nor she him. But through me he helped shape her into the lovely young woman she is. Life goes on ....
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