The pictures are old, and faded, but the face is the same familiar one I remember.
The black and white photo is him as a child.
The larger photo is him holding his great granddaughter, Maddie.
She was born on his birthday.
Although a smile didn't escape his lips, tears of joy were streaming down his cheeks.
Every Father's Day, since his passing, the memories are different.
This year, they were of my wedding day....August 5th, 1972.
People remarked how much I looked like my Dad that day.
He was 1/2 Chippewa Indian, and 1/2 Irish.
We were both nervous as we stood in the back of St. Andrew's Cathedral waiting for the wedding march to start.
I told him how handsome he looked, and he said I looked pretty.
I stare hard at the photo's to see the resemblance, and all I can see are high cheekbones, and rosy cheeks.
I hope I have some of the other traits my Dad carried.
Whenever I was sick...he was there for me.
From the time I was a child, through my adult life.
I was in the hospital many times in my life.
My Dad was there, every day....EVERY day.
He was the king of hugs.
He hugged, and kissed you hello, goodbye, and goodnight.
You never, ever went away without knowing that he loved you.
My Dad tried to be a tough guy at times....but the day I got married, when we reached the alter, I looked up at him, and said, "I love you Daddy".
All he could do was walk away with tears in his eyes.
These photos are from so long ago...but the memories are so fresh in my mind, and my heart.
"I miss you Dad".