Just another cyclist dancing on the pedals
My father died in my hands, literally, when he was 54. Now I'm 60. Why am I writing this, I don't know. You two look so much alike. How much, indeed, has life changed.
OKatB is right; the eyes show the resemblance.I wish that my father were still here. Or at least that he had left this world when I was a fully grown adult rather than 'a daughter.' Would have liked the chance to meet him adult-to-adult. Or at least the chance to give him one last hug.
Oh, WD. I wonder if his name is George and if he is the man TOB wrote about so beautifully? Very touching.
Badger - It's a hard thing getting older than someone who was born before you. My dad is 87 so I still have a while but I am now 20 years older than my late older brother. We just have to make as much out of the time we have as we can.Merry - I never thought of us as looking that much alike but the eyes do have it don't they.Limes - Yup, that's him.