This week takes us back to 1978. Tomorrow is the 36th anniversary of my father’s death and this photo of us makes me smile. It is my favorite picture of us because it captures my most treasured memories of my dad. Every evening, my father would sit in his chair and watch reruns of his favorite show, M*A*S*H. Most evenings I would climb up beside him and we would watch together. Then, every night, the announcer would come on and say, “It is 6:58. Have you hugged your child today?” and my dad would give me a big hug. I love that my mother snapped this photo. No one knew it would be the last photo taken of us together and I am so glad to have a visual reminder of such special memories.