Missing Autumn
I returned to the Northwest this season, observing fall for the first time in thirty years .I watched the trees behind my cottage transform from greens to yellow to gold. The morning sun hits the bank just so, highlighting shades of crimson and sienna and umber against the verdant backdrop along the ridge.
A tribute to my father......
I am grateful to share my father's and my family's story as a guest blogger on granndparentslink.com. I am even more grateful for the legacy my parents have left to our family and our children.
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Dreamer....one man's legacy...one family's purpose...
Today my father would have been 98 years old.At his bedside in 1998, twenty years ago, he quietly revealed to my older sister his story of approaching the Golden Gate Bridge on the deck of a ship, she barely old enough to stand at his side as they passed under the monument that signified his entry into America.“We will have a good life here,” he whispered into her ear.
