My dad died five years ago today at 84, almost 85. So up in Maine, my older sister made a snowman in his memory. It think it came out pretty well.
My sister couldn't use his old Greek fisherman's hat (although he was more often seen in his feed store hat). I've got it now.
I wrote some more about my father in this 2006 piece.
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