Little boy Bobby

This baby face I have never kissed but know so well as it is one I grew up alongside and then again held as my own.

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Social Networking

With one inquiring text message from my youngest adult daughter, the day went from a normal routine of charades communication with my father that has lost most of his articulating skills to a free flowing waterfall of incredible stories and memories. I relayed a question to my dad about family members that have passed on… Continue reading Social Networking