My father had passed a way many years ago while my brothers weree still young. So one Christmas I went up in the attic of mom' house and got two pictures of our Dad. One in his work uniform and one in his navy uniform. Had pictures made up and framed them. My brothers all loved them as they did not have any pictures of our Dad. A few years later I had been working on the geneology of our family so they all got copies in an album.