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For love of my parents

Dad, the superhero.

You were the best Grandma for Quinn. I sure miss you, Mom.

Alzheimers took away your memories and communication, but left your pure essence shining through every day.

My dad swore he hated cats. After he fell in love with Gato, 90 year-old Dad took him for cart rides.

My dad in 1915. Three years old.

My dad's baby booties from 1912. One of my favorite possessions

the body may be old but we are still young at heart!...

How many babies held, children bathed, meals cooked, beds made, clothes washed, gardens tended, fevers checked, mending done, other hand’s held, cleaning done…old hands are just beautiful…

Dad, you taught me what a real man is...thank you!

Beautiful - "Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes don't see as well and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. "But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand" The Velveteen Rabbit