This was taken in our backyard on Cedar Avenue in San Bruno. You can hardly see him bent over his garden row, but there's my dad always the farmer in his heart. Even when he joined the Navy and left the farm in Oklahoma. Settled with the city girl in San Francisco. Joined the SFPD. And had a family of his own.
And look closely, in the foreground, there lies my tricycle on its side. Sitting here today I can feel the enthusiasm racing through my blood as I jumped off my trike and ran to my dad. I bet right about then he handed me a strawberry or a raddish to munch. He was a great Daddy. And a great Grandaddy.
You were so much to me and who I have become. I love you Dad. (I want a hug dream, ok?) Happy Father's Day! xoxo