All the adjectives in the world would not be enough to describe my father. Suffice it to say, he was the PERFECT father. His sole purpose in life was to make the lives of his family better. I could always count on him to be there for me in whatever way I needed him. I was 26 when he died at age 55 in 1979. It seems impossible that I have lived the majority of my life without him. The older I get the more I realize what a good man he was and hardly a day goes by that I don’t think of him.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad . . . I love you!
