And here is what my brother, Norman, wrote about Dad today:
It’s three years ago today that my Dad, Frank Sigurdson, died. I can’t believe it’s been that long. I feel like I was talking to him just the other day. Maybe I was.Here are two of my favourite pictures of him. In the first one he is a young buck with an Elvis do, and in the second he is at his cousin’s house in Akureyri, Iceland on a trip he took the year before he died.
He lived a lot of life in between those two pictures. I am grateful that I got to live so much of it with him. I know that my Mom, my sister and my brothers, their spouses, and all of the nieces and nephews that Dad loved so much are missing him today as much as I am.
The two pictures are these: