Missing My Dad

This is my father's graduation picture.

I'm not sure what year it was taken but it was when he was a young man on his way to a life in the United States. From his warm South Sea home he came to the mid-western city of Chicago IL where he first experienced snow. To this day I am still in awe that he left his home to go to a place he had never been to and make a new life for himself.  I can't imagine the courage that must have taken him.

Working with a microscope.

Here he is in the back of the class taught by a nun.

 This is a picture of him at 27 with my mother in the Bahamas.
I like this picture because they had gotten all dressed up to go to a swanky dinner club.

Today was his birthday and tomorrow is the 10th anniversary of his death. I remember him asking what day it was and waiting until his birthday had passed before letting go. My aunt and I took him back to the Philippines and placed him with his parents. I can't believe that 10 years have passed. He was an extraordinary man and I miss him.