Husband of Marie. They were married on 7 January 1966 in Occoquan, Virginia.
Father of two girls.
This is my father. Even today, I know very little about him. I grew up without a picture of him.
My father was a loner and hated having his picture taken. I was told that my parents were quite close and very much in love when he died. I got a sense of who he was from my Uncle Larry, my father's older brother during our weekly calls and exchanging of pictures from March 2011.
I have never seen a single picture of my parents together or my father with myself or my sister.
He was killed in a construction accident when I was 3 years old and my sister, was only a few months old.
Father of two girls.
This is my father. Even today, I know very little about him. I grew up without a picture of him.
My father was a loner and hated having his picture taken. I was told that my parents were quite close and very much in love when he died. I got a sense of who he was from my Uncle Larry, my father's older brother during our weekly calls and exchanging of pictures from March 2011.
I have never seen a single picture of my parents together or my father with myself or my sister.
He was killed in a construction accident when I was 3 years old and my sister, was only a few months old.
Husband of Marie. They were married on 7 January 1966 in Occoquan, Virginia.
Father of two girls.
This is my father. Even today, I know very little about him. I grew up without a picture of him.
My father was a loner and hated having his picture taken. I was told that my parents were quite close and very much in love when he died. I got a sense of who he was from my Uncle Larry, my father's older brother during our weekly calls and exchanging of pictures from March 2011.
I have never seen a single picture of my parents together or my father with myself or my sister.
He was killed in a construction accident when I was 3 years old and my sister, was only a few months old.
Father of two girls.
This is my father. Even today, I know very little about him. I grew up without a picture of him.
My father was a loner and hated having his picture taken. I was told that my parents were quite close and very much in love when he died. I got a sense of who he was from my Uncle Larry, my father's older brother during our weekly calls and exchanging of pictures from March 2011.
I have never seen a single picture of my parents together or my father with myself or my sister.
He was killed in a construction accident when I was 3 years old and my sister, was only a few months old.
