Kimmy, we had our problems when I was a kid, but as adults I had a fantastic relationship with my dad. I always respected his service and thought he was a hero, too. I'm glad he survived the hell of wars to be part of my life. I have a framed picture of him on a shelf at home, and I look at that every day and tell him I love him, and that's how I want to remember him. I don't want to know how many times he almost died. It's bad enough he's gone now.

I guess I will take it home and stuff it in a closet? It would cause more trouble than it's worth to refuse it outright. I can't imagine a day I will ever want to look at it and think positive things about it.

Oh well. By early tomorrow afternoon I'll be back in my own space and it will all be over........

Thanks for the support, guys.

Love, Candy