Billie

My father would have been ninety-nine years old today. In September, he'll have been gone for thirty-one years. It's easier to imagine him as the child in this picture than to imagine him at ninety-nine. Of two things, however, I'm certain: If here were here today, his blue eyes would still be twinkling, and  he … Continue reading Billie

Billie

My father would have been ninety-eight years old today. In September, he'll have been gone for thirty years. It's easier to imagine him as the child in this picture than to imagine him at ninety-eight. Of two things, however, I'm certain: If here were here today, his blue eyes would still be twinkling, and  he … Continue reading Billie