Today is another first. The first time I haven't been able to pick up the phone and tell my daddy to have a happy birthday. If I didn't know he was exactly where he is supposed to be it would be very sad, indeed (how do non-believers handle such loss?).
Recently, I came across this picture in his files (he never talked to me, ever, about Viet Nam) and am so glad I did. I have a lot of pictures of him as a boy and young man, but not many of him in the middle of his life. Looks a tiny bit like Worth, right?