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My actual father ( on the left) was born in 1926. He was an only son and a farmer. His dad was gassed in WW1 but lived until 1971.
My father was a good man and battled Colin Cancer for 5 years and died in 1962. I never knew him as I was not even 2 years at the time.
The man on the right became my dad in 1965 and took on a large family with me and 3 sisters and then he and my mom provided us with another sister. He passed away 9 years ago.
Anyway this is a roundabout way to say I was blessed with a great father and a great dad.
I surely do love and miss them both.

Last edited by tankerjockey; 09/16/20.
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