That hand, the one with the big silver ring on it, that is my hand. And that crazy, curly dirty-blonde hair, that's my hair. The biggish nose and super wide smile, those are mine too.
Only not really, they all belong to Tommy.
With the passing of Father's Day I cannot help but look at this picture (the only one I own of my "real" father) and be full of wonder at these similarities. I know next to nothing about the man, but I know that my hands, my hair, my nose, and my smile are all a very close version of his.