As technology gets more and more sophisticated…
… there is nothing more miraculous to me than seeing my Dad on Christmas Day 1959. Smiling. Kissing. Loving. Being.
There is no speech to describe it.
We are coming to the 36th anniversary of my Dad’s death. This week.
This old “speechless” film that meant so much to my Dad makes me smile, kiss, love, be.
Thanks forever, Dad. I love you!