The other day I posted about that bizarre dream I had about my dad. It's been stuck in my mind ever since. Thank you, by the way, for all of the nice comments you made both here and on my Facebook page. Having absolutely no memory of my dad, it was weird to dream about him like that. I really appreciate all of your comments. It meant a lot to me.
This picture is of my dad's elementary class. My brother sent it to me a few years back. I have several pictures of my mom when she was young and a few of my grandmother, but this is the ONLY picture I have of my dad when he was a child. He's in the 2nd row from the bottom. If you start on the right and count over, he's the 5th boy. His name was Richard and he was originally from Illinois. I really don't know anything about his childhood or how he came to meeting my mom or anything like that, which is pretty sad.
It's funny how the older I get, the more attached to things I become. It can be an old toy or book (even a replacement of one I once had) or a photograph or even a dream. How about you?