We have been going through things in our basement little by little. In one of the boxes Jonathan brought up last week, I found old picture albums. I found all of my school pictures along with an album that my Dad gave me a long time ago that I had completely forgotten about. I have something else of his to cling to! What a happy moment of discovery that was. In these pictures, he is obviously proud of me, his girl.

Looking up to my Daddy. 

He loved me. I know he did.

The picture above was taken at Mary Helms' house. I visited her house often with my Dad. He took good care of her--the widow (widder) woman as he called her. 

                                                       
                                          I love this picture because it shows his hands.
                                    I always loved his hands. They were so strong and skilled.
                            I took pictures of my last glimpse of his hands--folded across his
                                             body in his bronze embellished casket.