Today would have been my Dad's 84th Birthday. He was born October 22, 1922. In this picture he was probably 23 (sometime in 1945). He was back from the War and he and Mom had just gotten married. He served as a staff sargeant in the Marine Corps during World War II. He was one of the bravest people I have ever known; not so much because of his war service (but that's part of it), but because of the way he lived his life with muscular dystrophy. Looking at him as a young man, there was no hint of future disability. I miss him.
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