I’m getting a bit mushy…

First a post about the “Beautiful South” (WTF?) and now this… But, this is a lovely tribute by someone I don’t know about someone I’ve never met: Days with My Father.

And now for something completely different…

I cannot read this without crying.  In a good way, that is.  Every time I need a pick-me-up, I go back to this blog entry.  (I think I will have to put “defeated” on the fridge.)  Enjoy.