I am my father’s daughter

For my dad, Gilbert Wayne Griffith

Dad & Jenny, his beloved granddaughter

Some women may proclaim that statement with dismay — bemoaning that they inherited their father’s mean streak or distant coldness or business acuity and that he had no depth, no grace, no heart.

That was not the case with my father.

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