Dad, there is hardly a day that goes by that I do not mention your name, remember something about you, look at something that reminds me of you. Just yesterday for example, I was approaching an intersection and there were two big rigs (18 wheelers, aka Semi-Trailers) - one was stopped and one was coming across the bridge and I stopped several meters before the stop sign to allow the rigs lots of room to drive by and around. The one guy gave me a big wave of thanks and I immediately thought, "Dad would be proud."
And on Sunday Mom was talking about how Dad could park our trailer in any site in the campground - the people would stand around and watch in awe of his manoeuvre skills. An amazing Dad, my Father! A man of many talents.
Love you Dad and miss you and in my heart forever!
