From Memory: Dad in 1969...

I did this painting from 
memory of my dad when 
he smoked. He lost some 
of his nose and cheek to 
skin cancer. The big C
overwhelmed him and 
he died in 1972. This 
piece took me all month 
to get up the courage to 
finish it today.

42 years ago today...

Dad lost out to lung 
cancer on this day in 
1972...he was 56...
hasn't been a day gone 
by that I don't wish I 
could be talking to him...

Remembering Dad this weekend....

Dad loved to have a good time.
A little too good for his own good.
He smoked two packs a day, then 
finally quit when he was 53. Liver, 
Lung and Pancreatic cancer still 
took him away three years later.
If you smoke, bail on this habit
before it's too late. Wish your 
father a Happy Father's Day. 
I wish I could.