Wait. Wasn't he supposed to come back?

Just found/and adore/this picture.  

My Dad.  An FBI agent, fluent in Russian, specializing in Russian espionage back in the 50's/60's.  Or was he really with the CIA as many have speculated?  Who knows.  At least one guy clearly had information but later denied any knowledge.  We waited for Dad's return.  His brother, my mother, my sister and innumerable others. Including, of course, me.  

Longer story.  Most friends are all too familiar with my angst and search for the truth.  

I've officially given up hope of/made peace with/ever finding out what really happened to John J Donaldson/aka Jack D.

Letting go is good.  

Letting go is also hard to do.  

Rest well, dear dad.  I loved you.

Update on Thursday, June 16, 2011 at 4:49PM by Lois

I just realized that Father's Day is this Sunday.  Interesting that I should include this now, don't you think?

Among others, we'll celebrate his life tomorrow.

Lois