My dad and me.
Dad came home from the war, married and had a child pretty quickly. Like most dads of those days, his job in the family was to earn a living and he was gone a lot in my early years, working and also building a house for us to live in with his own hands.
Later, "Papa" to my girls. Now he was the fun guy who always had time for games and treats and holding on laps.
My grandpa and me. He kept chickens, gave me rides in the wheelbarrow, and broke up Hershey's chocolate bars to share. He always had doublemint gum in his pocket. I was his shadow and I adored him.
One of our last Christmases together. An orphan, he was mistreated and had to work and support himself from a very young age. Still, he was the happiest guy, always laughing, telling a story, appreciating life.
So, Happy Father's Day wishes and thanks to dads everywhere! And happy memories-in-the-making to the children.