I often think of my dad as I live more years than he was able to have.
One of my favorite memories was of him on Georgian Bay with his hammer, knocking apart pieces of shale, looking for fossils. He did find some and later showed them to me.
He died of a heart attack some years later. I never thought I'd live past 60 but here I am, still kicking at 79.
Cheers, everyone!
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Glad you are still ticking!! Cheers Roy!
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