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Happy Heavenly Birthday Dad! On October 10, 1953, the greatest man I’ve ever known was born. What a perfect dad he was to me! I am thankful for his love, encouragement and most importantly, time, his time. He gave me the precious gift of his time. We did things together. We talked. We hugged. We said “I love you” every time we saw or spoke to each other. I absolutely love (loved) him with every ounce of my being! I know that my dad loved me. He showed me each and every day of my life. What a wonderful man! I’m so blessed to have called him “dad.” When he passed away, a major part of me died that day along with him. I have never been the same. Life has never been the same without him. Oh, what I would give to have him back again.

To the person that drives the black and yellow rumble bee truck that pulled out in front of me onto Northwest Avenue by Starbucks earlier this evening, yes I did blare my horn at YOU!!! However, you did wrong and you had absolutely no reason to try to chase me down like a moron...I almost went off the road to avoid hitting you!! I mean I don't know if you got scared or what but as soon as I pulled up to my dad's house, you sure took off like a dog with his tail tucked! What you did was dangerous and uncalled for. You could have seriously injured or even killed someone, your road rage is SHAMEFUL!!!!

When I was 5 we lived in northern Iowa, where my dad had grown up. Every Saturday night we went out to dinner with my grandma who lived in the next town. On the 20 minute drive home I would always pretend to fall asleep. My dad would scoop me up out of the car and carry me upstairs to bed. I loved the security of being in my father’s protective arms, with my face in the crook of his neck and the smell of Aqua velva on his shirt.