Dale V. Pinkerton

I miss you dad

I heard the trailing garment of the night; as the wind swiftly brushed the eaves and branches of the Bamboo-tree, immediately outside my bedroom window.
For one or another reason, I could not sleep; although I was conscious of presence of night. The air was warm; it was hot, and in general; uncomfortable. I wanted to jump and do something. Something inside of one said - go out, and enjoy the presence of the sweet scented midnight air. Go! to the green lawns, and take refuge under...

Your impact on me is far greater than I ever would have imagined. You made me stong, smart, compassionate and not afraid to follow my dreams. I promise to pass on all these wonderful gifts you gave me to my children. Thank you is something I did not do enough, please forgive me that. I love you dad ;-) wink

We were meant to be together. Bev

I love and miss you everyday, Grandpa!
xoxo,
Melissa

I hope you have plenty of good books, a clarinette, a harmonica, some westerns to watch, and plenty of Lawrence Welk...Love, Dale Jr.

I miss you Grandpa-Marta Kristine