Today is my father’s birthday and I miss him quite a bit, since he died in 2013. This picture was taken in clinic at the opening party. I left a message for another friend, also a singer, who has the same birthday.
Sad but I am happy thinking of him and I am still in the chorus that he helped start, Rainshadow Chorale.
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I miss him too! I have a picture of him and me the last time I saw him; it’s hanging on my refrigerator where I see it every day. He was very special to me, and I’m so glad I got to see him, play cribbage, and tell old stories that last time I saw him!
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We lured him out of his house the second night needing a fourth hand for cribbage….
Ahh, what a sweet face! I really miss my Dad also. And I LOVE to sing!!
It must feel good to be continuing the tradition.