Sunday, June 16, 2013

I'd love, love, love to dance with my father again

My dad had a signature move. That's it in the picture.  It's subtle, but a move nonetheless. It started as the frug in the late 60s, but morphed into his own, unique thing. He was a hit at father-daughter banquets.  My friends would stand in line to dance with him, but I always had first dibs.  I miss him today, and every day.


boldoldboomer said...

I would love, love, love to hear my Dad's voice again. It's nice to hear someone else say they think of her Dad everyday. So do I.
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Carol Starr Schneider said...

Such a great photo! xo

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