My father passed away in July, 1969 (can you believe that?) at the age of 59; about two weeks before the first moon landing. I wish he could have seen it. (My mom's still alive - she's 89; but she was 10 years younger than he.) Almost every day I have at least a fleeting thought of him, after 40 years...

My daddy and I when I was I think 2 or 3 yrs old

Well I am very blessed that I have the greatest dad ever. If I said I grew up in one of those story book families I did. I had a great life growing up. My dad was always there for my brother and I and he still is to this day. My dad is one who would give the shirt off of his back to help another person. My dad and I are still to this day very close and he is very close with my kids. Here is a pic of me and my dad heading out to go fishing (I grew up on boats).

I have grown up around boats and my dad lives to fish.

So I am going to email this link to my dad who is today (its already Sun. Fathers day there) in St. Petersberg, Russia so special note to you dad... I love you and have a great trip with mom. I love you and miss you both. Don't forget gifts (haha just kidding). Don't worry I'm holding the fort down and your convertible is safe in my driveway

HUGS and KISSES~
Debbie (I'm so not putting my nickname here but you know)

I feel blessed everyday to have my parents still alive.

Hope you fathers out there have a good one!

Hope all of the dads are having an awesome day!