95 years past,
my dad was born.
20 years after he passed on,
he comes to me in dreams and thoughts.
It seems to be a bit much for me,
but I am who I am,
and for me,
I am a bundle of emotions.
The pictures are of my dad,
during WWII,
when he served in the Free French Air Force.
I could post a hundred photos of him...and me, especially when i was young,
but these are meaningful to me at this time
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