Happy Father's Day

I've always thought that my dad was just the dad I needed--not perfect, but perfect enough. He was the kind of dad that would sit with you when you were sick or bring you a lunch if you forgot one (a really good lunch, too, with a sandwich, candy bar, and 7Up). I used to sit in his shop when I was seven or eight and ask him to explain the universe or the Stock Market. He could always get us to sleep by reading Old Man and the Sea. He said that I was just too softhearted for the world, but I think he was the ol' softie.

I miss him terribly since he's been in Alaska for so long. I want him here to be a grandpa to Olivia. Maybe someday.

Happy Father's Day Dad. xxoo