I promised I Wouldn’t Forget You

The last time I saw my father he was dying of emphysema.  It was two years before he actually passed.  The last thing he said to me was, “Please don’t forget me, Kymm”.  Of course how could a person forget their father.  This is my favorite image of the two of us together.  This is how I like to remember him.  He was healthy and happy.  In 1970 we were living in Gulfport, Florida.

Me and my father in 1970
I got my love of gardening from my father