Today my Dad would have been 81 years old – but he died at age 59 – a month before his 60th birthday.
I see this picture every year in my TimeHop, but it’s one of my favorites – Hannah loved taking naps with Poppy, and I remember taking this picture thinking “Hannah is going to be 6 feet tall – look at those long legs!” She was just a tall . . . 5th grader. She was 5.3 at age 10 and never grew another inch. By high school she was one of the shortest ones.
I am so happy that Hannah and I lived with my parents at the time because she’s really the only grandchild that has strong memories of my Dad. He was such a cheerleader to Hannah and I know he would have done the same with all his grandkids given the chance.
Sending hugs to you in heaven Dad! Happy Birthday!