Today would have been my Dad's 100th birthday. I love this passport photo of him, probably taken in the 1960s when he was starting to travel more for his new job, I recognize so much of him in me everyday and one valuable thing I learned from him is to forgive and move on. I also learned how to roof a house, build a brick patio, make home fries, and not drink. He fiercely loved my mother, and she, him. RIP, William Joseph McDermott.