How do you put into words the relationship you had with a parent for 55 years?
This one photograph says everything you need to know about the strong bond we shared. Taken on one of our vacations "out west" to visit his sisters, I was probably about four years old (photo at left, below).
Tall and leaning casually against the rail. Arms outstretched to protect. A genuine smile of contentment. Standing behind me as he always did in life. "His little Buddy". This, even after everything his innocent eyes witnessed in World War Two (photo at right).
Some people never meet their hero . . .
