Anyone who knows me knows about my daddy--whose main goal in life was to provide love and security to his family. He hugged me with both arms and his whole heart and his love was the air I breathed.
It was in May before he died in July that I took this fishing picture--though it was impossible that day to imagine him going anywhere! I will never stop missing him and I feel his presence every day.
Yesterday Victoria brought Panamanian chicken soup to Jan and me. She snapped a few pictures of me standing at the gate in my bathrobe holding Luci.
You can't see my daddy in the picture--but he's right there behind me in my mind, a hundred years old and smiling, his hands on my shoulders.
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