Here is my dad with me when I was a baby!
This is the way I remember my father most.
I made a small little scrapbook of my dad with a poem in it that says:
When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure
and the sun has set me free
I want no rites in a gloom filled room
Why cry for a soul set free?
and not with your head bowed low,
Remember the love that we once shared
Miss me - but let me go
and each must go alone
It's all a part of the Master's plan
A step on the road home.
Go to the hills we know
And bury your sorrow among the trees
Miss me- but let me go.