Daddy, Dad, Father.....those words conjure up different memories and feelings for each of us don't they? For me, it was his constant smile, and always a teasing remark. He earned those titles young, didn't have any idea what he was doing - but did the very best he could. Yes, I got lots of spankings, but I learned right from wrong, that you go up the stairs on the right and down on the left, that education was important, it is expected you be early - never late, always prepared. I was expected to do my very best, that I could do anything, that I could speak my mind and say how I felt, I mattered, and best of all I never ever doubted that I was loved.
Yes, I miss my Dad but I know where he is and that I'll be with him again....and just like always when I say "How you doin Dad" he'll give me the answer I still hear when I think of him "bout 90 backwards".....................Happy Father's Day Dad!