I grew up in a family where Daddy was there every night, he worked hard, he provided for us and he was always a shoulder to cry on when the need arose, perhaps not in the way expected, but he was always there. He loved (and loves) his family. He is a good storyteller and will spend hours if you have the time to tell you about his war escapades, his childhood, our very interesting heritage and his cats. I've been fortunate to have him as a father and I thank God every night that I was born into the family I have.
Thank you, Dad, for all the good years! I love you.