If you can hear me or read this letter up in Heaven, I do so wish I could send you a card, call you on the phone, take you out to dinner or bake you a cake to let you know how much you mean to me. Alas, I cannot do any of those 'normal' expressions for Father's Day.
Daddy, you had no middle name, but if you had, it should have been INTEGRITY. Instead of just dreaming, even though you had little formal education, you worked to make those dreams a reality. No job was too menial for your hands. You were tall, but your gregarious personality made you even taller. You were a thinker, a man with plans. Your mind and pen were always busy planning and figuring ways to make money with one investment or another. Many sought your opinion and advice. Your laughter resounded when you told one of your funny stories. It was known you loved the music of Elvis and Johnny Cash, but not everyone knew how you loved to dance.
But the thing that made you so wonderful to me was the simple fact you were MY DADDY. I was blessed, and that's an understatement. You've been gone since 1977, but I continue to miss and love you.
Still in your thoughts after all these years. Shows his influence was long lasting in a young woman's life and reverberates every time Father's Day reappears.
