This May was the 10th anniversary of my Dad's death. I don't have a lot of words tonight and neither did he as a rule. But I did gather a few pictures in no particular order.
Their passport pictures:
Not sure why he was Sherlock Holmes but I do know that's ML's kitchen.
The other night I dreamed that Dad was just down the street at a park waiting for us to come for a picnic. I couldn't get the family to move toward him with any sense of urgency because he was still alive and so they quite reasonably went about finishing their activities before setting out.
Come a little closer in my dreams Dad and we'll go for some rides in the mini van for old times sake.
And tell the hummingbirds soups on if you can.