Today is always the saddest day for me. It is the day my Dad passed away.
Dad had non-Hodgkins Lymphoma. He bravely battled it for 10 long years. The cancer came back for the third time in 2005 and Dad refused to be poked, prodded and used as a science project...he had indeed had enough.
As you can see by this photograph Dad was in the Army. Not once, but twice. He fought in WWII and it was one of his greatest, as well as, proudest acomplishments in life. Please, if you know a WWII veteran......thank him and do it today! They are passing away at an estimated rate of 1,000 or more a day. Time is running out for the "Greatest Generation". Ironically,the type of cancer Dad had is only found in 2% of the world population and is traced back to a virus that can be found in the swamp waters of Louisiana. This is where my Dad did his basic training before being shipped overseas. Life is strange, isn't it?
This is just a favorite picture of mine...I was young, Dad was young...but more importantly, Dad was still here. I miss him so......
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