When I put together the photo board for Dad's funeral Pat broke down when he saw this picture. He said his Dad always let all the kids climb all over him. It was a good memory.
Saturday night that picture fell off the board. I put new tape on it and put it back on.
As we left the cemetery yesterday Pat transferred the picture board to Mary's car. On the way back be bent over and picked up this picture. It had fallen off again.
Once maybe - twice - that was an, "I love you, son." from heaven.