You're welcome. I wish I had the original photo that he gave me when my grandmother passed away, as it was so much clearer, but my family is rather odd. My mother's parents became Jehovah's Witnesses and my father became one as well. When I left the religion, I became the "black sheep" and "undeserving" of any inheritance, so things were stolen from me. My father and I did reconcile before he died. He was a sweet, kind natured and funny man, always had a good joke, sometimes a bad one, but he always had plenty of jokes to tell. I loved him so very much.
