My dad loves to give gifts. He bought me a gold ring when I turned eleven, and had my name engraved on it. Also a gold cross necklace after my mother passed away. (Unfortunately both stolen because South Africa).
On Sunday mornings he would play his music, and cook breakfast. His favorite was Rod Stewart. We always had his music playing in the house. At one point I think he must have had the worlds largest ‘record’ selection. He loves dogs, and has two, Chico and Coco.
My hand and four of my fingers are the exact same size as his. If I hold my hand against his the only one that is different is the middle finger, he has a longer middle finger.
He is always very happy to hear from me when we speak. And hearing his voice is comforting to me.
