Thank you {{{{Everyone}}}} }}}}Mystry{{{{

I was close, in a sense...hard to explain. He isn't my bio father, technically my grandfather, but he was my Dad. My favorite memories are when I was 5, before he and my mom got divorced...he'd come home from work, smelling like the outdoors and Dad. He would have a hard candy in his work shirt pocket for me, and tickle my face with his whiskers. =) I would open his lunchbox to make sure he had eaten all his lunch that day (taking care of him). He always had a story or joke, part of a song for me. He would play the guitar for us at night, sometimes. He had been in Pearl Harbor and Guam, he was a great cook, he wrote songs and poetry, hunted, fished for our supper many times. He was the biggest man I knew, in my young innocence. My Dad could do anything.

I miss him