You were there with me, you and Dad, the first time I hunted Ground Squirrels. "Ol Dead Eye". I use to wait for you on the corner of 12th and Despain when I was too tired to make it up the hill, and you always had a bowl of Werther's carmels on your desk. Those were the best summer's I ever had.
This hurts more than I thought it would.
Thank you for everything you taught me, even if you didn't know you were. Thank you for my Dad. And Thank you for teaching me to Golf, play checkers, how to enjoy cocktail hour, But most of all..... Thank you for the last time you told me "That's Ok"...
I love you, I will always miss you.
Love and Respect