This is my dad, R.E., to most people. When I was small we lived in the country and my folks owned this store. There were 6 girls & 2 boys and we lived in a small 2-bedroom house with one bathroom. Can you even imagine! There was almost 20 yrs. difference between the oldest and youngest. What a job my mom and dad had! Anyway, they were good parents and I'm grateful for it.
My dad died in 1969....the summer they walked on the moon and the year before I had Allison. I was looking at pictures the other day and found a close-up of him and realized I could hardly remember his face. I was only 23 yrs. old and married but felt like my security blanket had been pulled out from under me. He was a good man and I've missed not having a dad for all these years.