He was a smart man, my Dad. I'm pretty certain he didn't need a watch to remind him of anything, but I I know he wanted to make certain to never forget. He was a good guy too. Always smiling, always looking for the positive in things. I'm sure the five of us kids gave him a gray hair or two, and while he raised his voice a time or two....or three, he always ended by making the "right" parenting choice for that particular situation. For instance, Liz accidentally threw my friend through our large glass bedroom window. What parent wouldn't raise their voice when all they hear is lots of shattering glass and the words, "I didn't do it!" The fact that I ran to hide behind our couch probably didn't help the situation either. Upon finding me and returning my friends home, Dad quietly cleaned up the entire mess, perfectly boarded up the window, and sat Liz and I down on the couch only to say, "Please don't do that again." We accidentally made holes in the walls, got cupcakes stuck the the ceiling, and threw our slippers down the hallway while banging the closets just to giggle and run back to our rooms pretending we were sound asleep. In our teenage years we accidentally dented vehicles, used the gas credit card to buy lotto tickets (long story), and got escorted home by a police officer (even longer story). He handled five kids and their many life experiences with both justice and mercy, and in the end.....you can't ask for more than that.I believe my Dad left this life having learned one of the hardest lessons for mankind. He had learned humility. He learned that sometimes your right - and when your right your right, and that's great. The flip side of that coin is that sometimes your wrong - and when your wrong your wrong. All of us will be wrong at one time or another, for life is a learning experience. The key to that experience is learning to say, "I'm sorry, I was wrong". My father had done that - and perhaps that's why his time on earth came to an end and he returned to our Father in Heaven, only to share his smile and sweet spirit with all our loved ones on the other side. As Father's Day approaches I have spent a lot of time reflecting on the great men who have influenced my life and the lives of our children. There are many. To the wonderful man who raised me, for my dear husband who cherishes and honors our children, and, to my sweet Father-in-law who sets a solid example of kindness and the power of prayer for us and his 29 Grandchildren. To these amazing men, I thank you. Happy Father's Day!












































