The last birthday I celebrated with him was his 80th. We were in a Navajo-run hotel just outside of the Grand Canyon and I had carted a cake up from the Phoenix Whole Foods. I wish I'd known then that would be the last one I'd share with him.
|Was this on his mission? I can't be sure. Something terribly quirky about this.|
|My dad, circa 1957, on his mission to Canada.|