In honor of Father's Day, it seems only fitting that I reflect on what a great Dad I had.
He was the "strong, silent" type, but I never doubted his love for me.
He just showed it in non-verbal ways.
He was the best of examples; of hard work, of getting an education, of honoring the priesthood, of honesty, and of remaining true and faithful to what you believe.
Some of my favorite memories:
**Seeing his legs sticking out from under the car while he worked on it.
**Giving him a hug from behind and smelling "Old Spice".
**Watching him enjoy my home-made whole-wheat bread by loading it with honey and peanut butter.
**Taking the boat out for a spin - and all the prep it entailed.
**The twinkle in his eye when he was teasing my Mom.
**Cracker-Jacks and treats in his pockets for the grandkids.
**Reminding me to take good care of my car.
**Patting me on the head.
**Letting me lay my head on his shoulder during church.
I still miss him, after all these years, and am so thankful for all he taught me.
|My dad and his brothers: L to R: Ray, Ivan, Kent, Loren (my dad)|
Cuz I wasn't always easy to love! ;-/