My dearest father was a lover of deer. When he was young, he was a hunter. But as the years went by, he realized the beauty of deer and stopped his hunting. He loved to drive up in the hills behind the quarry and look for deer. He could always spot them under the trees when nobody else could. On the morning of his funeral, we were awakened by a huge buck rubbing his body against our house!! I knew that was my first visit from my dad! I don't think I could have loved my father more than I did. Whenever I saw him, we would kiss and I would say:"I Love You Dad." And he would say: "I Love You Too Doll." He was the most loving, generous and compassionate man I have ever known. A true inspiration and spiritual mentor. How lucky I was, having his for a father.