I can't think of a single moment when I did not know that he loved me and would do anything in his power to protect me, provide for me, and to help me be happy and return to Heavenly Father.
Dad makes me think of . . . .
crazy-imaginative bedtime stories,
Saturday morning pancakes with a background of mariachi music,
musical "bigotry" :),
"Daddy-back" rides and tickle monsters,
patient piano lessons,
Barber's Adagio for Strings and Bartok's Concerto for Orchestra,
hiking among saguaros in the Arizona mountains,
tight hugs and approving, tear-filled words,
Today is his birthday, and I want to share with you a special poem I wrote for him as a Christmas gift about 5 years ago. This is my Dad. . . .
I love you with all my heart, Dad! Happy Birthday!