October 6: Remembering Dad

Dad died two years ago today. I am going through photos on my phone and thinking about times together. I'm talking to him too. When I'm sleeping in my hammock, I remember how, when he was on subs, he slept in a hammock in the torpedo room. And dad, I had another tomato from Barbara's garden, enjoying it a much as we did hers two years ago. You were the first man who ever loved me. I carry you in my heart.