My Dad

Tomorrow, July 23, would have been my dads 90 birthday. Its hard to believe he has been gone almost two years. Seldom does a day go by that I don't think of him. It is kind of funny how different things bring back a memory of him. I catch myself telling my girls a story about Dad a lot. I'm sure next week, while we are on vacation, I will have lots of stories about trips I took with Mom and Dad.

A couple of weeks ago, a friend of mine lost her grandfather. I left her a post that as long as you remember them, they won't go away. I think there is a lot of truth in that statement. I hope that I share enough with my daughters that when I am gone, they will have those stories of their grandfather tell to their children and the memory will go on.

After both of my parents were gone, we had an auction of their belongings. All of us kids had items that we wanted. One item I took was Dads toolbox. This was just a little metal box that he used to take out on service calls and it also went on several vacations. After I brought it home it sat in the basement for several weeks. One night I needed a tool of some kind, so I opened Dads toolbox. As I opened the box, I caught a whiff of a smell. It's hard to describe that smell, but it was my Dad. I remember Dad coming home from work and me sitting on his lap. He would smell of grease and dirt and everything else from his job. That toolbox made me feel like 8 years old again. I love of you Dad.

Another birthday will be celebrated tomorrow. This one is my niece Colbys stepson, Brock. Happy Birthday, Brock. Hope you have a good one.