There was no halfway with him.
He loved my brother and I with the love of a mother bear for her cub.
(I found this pic on a classifieds site called Kijiji. I might have to buyit.)
Hubby and my Dad share the love of James Bond.
The glasses were my dad's favourites and they're nice and big for us for meal times.
Since moving we now have a new dishwasher which does a great job;
no complaints--except that the decals on my dad's glasses are being washed away and fading with each wash.
Just like I feel he has done.
Just as the disease took him from vibrant to gray.
Just like he is now faded out of our reach.
Dad gave them to Hubby 'cause he knew he'd love them.