A belated and forgotten birthday

It would have been my Dad's birthday on the 5th of April - or maybe it still is his birthday - how do you put that when a person is dead? This year I quite forgot it on the day, which seems a little sad to me, but I have no living memory of it occurring. He would have been 59, which is more than twice as old as he lived to be.

I have some old photos of him at work, and since I now I have a scanner, here they are. I don't know what is going on with that weird forward-combing look - he wasn't going bald any time soon. But perhaps that was just the glorious 70's. This is how television used to be done.

He is the benefactor of my blonde curly hair, the height and some of that jaw line, but other than that I think I have my mother's face and appearance.