My Dad would never say goodbye. It didn't matter how long you would be gone. He considered it bad luck. He would only say "See you later" because you knew you would see each other again. When I gave my eulogy for my Dad, I ended with "See you later, Dad." And now I have. Since Logan was a tiny baby I have seen my Dad come through that face. Sometimes it is those incredibly full cheeks and lips. Sometimes it is in his intense expressions. Sometimes I can't even pin my finger on it, but know with every fiber of my being that I am looking not just at my son, but at my father as well.
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He does look like a little man in that hat. How special that you see so much of your dad in him even if only in subtle ways. I'm sure your dad would have adored his gorgeous grandsons!
Isn't it wonderful to see people you love in your children. Andrew is the spitting image of his father (thankfully, very much alive) - but I can always look at him and see my husband.
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