My Daddy, Gerald, and Bobby, September 1981.
Bobby was 2 months old, Daddy was celebrating his 55th birthday.
Riding bikes with Bobby.
My Daddy passed away when Bobby was 6 years old.
Daddy left us too soon, he was 61.
I often think how much he would have loved
watching my son grow up.
He would have loved seeing his grandson do so many things . . .
playing baseball, playing the saxophone just like him, learning to drive, getting his first car, growing to be over 6 feet tall. graduating from OSU, getting married, becoming a Daddy.
Happy Father's Day, Daddy.
Love & miss you so much . . .