My dear dad, James Pickett, came into this world in 1943. He was always enthusiastic about history and science. As long as I knew him, I’ve never seen him bored or disgusted by anything. When I saw him sitting in the armchair in his office, surrounded by tons of old books and papers, it always conjured up a smile on my face. He would read for hours and hours till my mom didn’t stop him.
He always worked very hard, but still managed to find a while for himself and his hobbies and loving wife.
The news about him passing away one year ago was unexpected and shocking for everyone around.
He was taken from us very soon. He will be forever in our thoughts.
1943 — 2010
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