Pete P. Peters, my Dad died days before his 95th birthday in 2012. He was my hero, championing my success, embracing me just as I was and bless his heart always trying to ensure I was hearing with the best of hearing aids. He was still my Dad, when dementia began its destructive demise on his mind.
Even then, he never lost his ability to tease or enjoy a tease. One day in the heat of the summer, Elaine my twin and I took Dad to Lujan Barbershop in Selma for a haircut. This was his barber for years with the family business now passed on to the son. These photos capture that memory for me. Happy Father’s Day to the best Dad in all the world!