|Mom and Dad - 1974|
I don't remember a lot about my father as I was only 11 when he died, but I do remember a few things. I have very clear memories of sitting on his lap during church and playing with his tie and I remember coloring pictures of him and I always had an arrow pointing to the top of his head with the words "Bald" written so there wouldn't be any mistaken thoughts that he did not have a lot of hair up on top. I remember walking into his room after he got home from delivering papers and crawling under the covers to just lay there while he read the newspaper, and I didn't dare move because he would kick me out - no wiggles. I remember going downtown to work with him during the summer and sharpening pencils with his electric sharpener and I will always remember him driving us to the Smithsonian to sing with the children's choir I was in and giving me a few dollars to give to the homeless guy on the corner, followed by the words that I was no better than that man and whenever I saw someone who asked for money, it was my responsibility to give it to them, whether I thought they needed it or not. I remember how he loved my mom and each of us. He had a talent and ability to make each of us feel like we were his favorite...I really was though ;)
I'm so thankful for the few years I had with this man and for the things he taught me. I look forward to the day when I can see that twinkle in his eye once again, as he introduces me to someone as his daughter. I miss him. Love you, dad.