Having grown up with no real recollection of my father, I don’t really spend a whole lot of time thinking about him.  I also never felt like i needed a father — my Mom was such a wonderful presence in my life, and my grandfather, my lolo, was definitely someone I looked up to as a father figure.  Only when I am reminded of Vancouver, for some reason, do I think about my dad’s side of the family.  My best and oldest friend Mel just recently came down for a visit, and he had asked if I kept in touch at all with them.  This prompted me to send a “hey how are you” type email to my Aunt Joanne.  Anyone who has met my dad has always commented on how much we look alike.  So I asked my aunt to email me some old pictures of my dad.