Holding On To What Was And Always Will Be

Dad’s not here any more.  But he’s always around.   Playing tricks and pulling pranks on everyone.   Children and Adults, alike, were not (are not) safe.

His calling card was a beer can or a pop can.  Depending on what he had handy.   And you might not find it for weeks, months, or even years.

He chewed on his lip when he was angry.   He didn’t have to say much for us to understand.  And the softer he spoke the more trouble you were in.

He drank “Near Beer” for Lent.

He started my younger brothers yelling “fumigate the area! fumigate the area!” whenever he headed to the bathroom.

He Went to Church and Grade School Here

He Went To College Here

He Loved Them All

GAH !!! He Used To Smoke.

He Served In This Branch

He Grew Up Here When It Did Not Look Like This

His Favorite Singing Group Singing “Hang Down Your Head Tom Dooley”

He Loved Himself Some Of This

He Loved This Dorky Bunch

He Called #8 “——- Head”

He Had His Own Fashion Sense

His All TIme Favorite and Most Adored Child. Ever. Dibs.

It’s easy to keep hold of the things that matter most.  No matter where he is, his love didn’t leave us.  We can always hold on to that, because it was, and it is.

Happy Birthday Dad.

Love, Your All Time Favorite and Most Adored Child.  Ever.


Thank you cousin for your picture and Google search for images that were not mine.