I adored my father as he adored me. Sadly at 6 years of age this came to an abrupt halt. AND I made many poor choices in the first 27 years of life as a result. At the late age of about 63 or so due to a spiritual experience and several years after his death, I re-captured that love miraculously and bathed in it for about 3 months. Happy Father’s Day to all fathers out there.
Photo from my father’s WWII album – B-17s on their way to Germany.