A Pivotal Moment

Today in 1963 became a pivotal moment for me. My father was killed in an automobile accident on the way to the airport to pick up his whole family for the new life he had prepared for us in California.  Daddy was only 34, yet had served in two wars and was the father of 6 children at his death.

This was in 1956 but there was only 4 of us at this time.


RIP daddy, I will always miss you