Friends are like bras; a good one never lets you down
Today is the second anniversary of Dad’s death. I miss him more today than ever. I miss his grumbling and his yelling and his laughter. But most of all
He was one of a kind. He was belligerent and bombastic. He was loud and often angry. But he was also loving and kind in a hundred little ways. He was thoughtful and funny. He was creative and had a vision for junk that was incredible. He was upcycling long before upcycling was a thing. He bought junk, but he sold functional art.
Dad, I will miss you forever. I love you always.
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Praying for your father’s eternal soul. <3
Comment by pam — 2020/05/09 @ 08:06