Dad

It?s 29 years since my Dad died.
I wonder what it would have been like to know him, either as a child, or later when I was an adult. He was my age when he died. I don't have a photo of him, butI do have this drawing.

He fought in the Korean war but he didn?t tell Mum when he met her. It must have been hard for her to understand his extreme mood swings.
I don't feel sad when I think of him now, I remember the good times, and how lucky I was to see him before he died.
Count your blessing.