Daddy and two of his best friends
I miss him more every day, but knowing where he is today makes me glad and takes some of it away. That empty hole will never go away, nor do I want it…time (maybe maturity? That’s hard to swallow) have cauterized it so that it doesn’t gnaw away at the heart like it once did.
So, to celebrate the memory, I found a picture that quickly brought a smile to my face. For those of you who remember him, I hope it will give you one, as well. And for those who had not the privilege, this’ll tell you a lot of what you’d need to know.
This on-again, off-again, would-be commentator proves that attitudes are contagious, and that some can even kill. To this end, every written word is weighed carefully to ensure the precise delivery of the author's intent while inflicting blunt force trauma to the psyche of the reader. 
Scott,
I recently received an old photo of my Daddy holding me when I was a year or so old from his baby sister, one of two surviving aunts I have now, and it had the same effect on me as did your Father’s photo on you. Always keep those Precious memories. I’m sure you’ve heard that old gospel song. I give your photo five stars also!
Bob Sullivan