Tomorrow is my father's birthday. On September 1 this year he would have been 93.
My father was the quiet strength of our family. He could make or fix almost anything.
Daddy enjoyed being a father. He enjoyed spending time with us. When grandchildren came along he did the same for them. They all have memories of doing things with Grandpa.
He was a naturally likable man. People gravitated toward him. He liked them back.
As much as I loved my mother I was a Daddy's girl. I was the little girl he always wanted and I felt special because of that.
I miss him.