It's been 30 something years since Dad passed away. I don't remember the day (I know we're close) but I do remember he was buried on Thanksgiving day. I remember his passing and his funeral but those are sad memories I'd rather not 'remember'. A very happy memory I have is this one: It was Christmas, I was around Bryson's age. You always did the Christmas shopping for us kids and on the packages it would always say....in your hand wrapping 'from Mom and Dad'. Except for this one. The tag said "To Tammy, from Dad" and it was in his hand writing. I couldn't wait to open it...I'd shake it, feel it, lift it. Everyday until it was finally Christmas! I remember tearing it open and...snow skis, red ones. I was sooo excited. Not sure if it was because it was snow skis or because they were from DAD! He made me a hill outside to try them out on. I wasn't very good, but I was sooo dang proud of those things. Bittersweet memory I'll never forget. Love you Mom. Give him a hug for me will you...Dad :) ((((((HUGS)))))))) *******KISSES********