My dad would have been 62 years old today. Not a day goes by that I don't think about him. On this day, I have been thinking about good memories of my father. Like his silly laugh when he was watching something on TV that he enjoyed, or the time I rode on his motorcycle from Yakima to Oregon, and how we use to watch orange county choppers or motorcycle building shows together.
This is a picture of my very young parents at my grandparents home.
God gave us memories that we might have roses in December. ~J.M. Barrie, Courage, 1922
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