Happy Father’s Day in honor of all fathers everywhere. I lost my father in 1995, so Father’s Day will now always be a bittersweet day. I treasure his memory and miss him so much.
Below is an article about the rocking horses my father made for his grandchildren. Later, when he heard he had ALS (amyotrophic lateral sclerosis — Lou Gehrig’s Disease), he hurried to complete the horses he was working on. If you magnify the article on your screen, it is readable — if barely.