Remembering Dad
Happy Father’s Day… My own dad was born in 1918, and died nine years ago. I still miss him, and always will. He was the kind of man who made you believe the romance book heroes, proof that men like that can be found – honorable, compassionate, intelligent, gentle, courteous and a man who always put his family first. He was a teacher, who loved nothing more than seeing a bright young mind catch on … Read more