My father was a proud man who worked very hard most all of his 75 years. He loved baseball and he actually would be watching a game on television, listening to one on the radio with his earphones and carry on a conversation all at the same time. I always thought that was very amazing! 

I have learned so much about my father since his death. I wish I could go back and re-live some of those moments with my dad because I needed to let him know how much I admired him and that he was so loved.  I believe I understand him now.

When my mother died, daddy wrote a beautiful poem about her.  It came as a shock for many reasons, but mostly because no one ever would have expected daddy to write poetry.  To my knowledge it was the only poem he ever wrote. The poem is called "A picture of Mom" and it speaks volumes about the love and depth he felt for mother.  It is something that I cherish and I wanted to share it with you...