Today is December 7th, a day which has gone down in infamy, as one of our former president’s prophesied it would. However, that was 68 years ago today, when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. Forty years ago today I was a nine year old little girl, one sibling of five, that lost her father. It is still sad to think of my dad and the memories of childhood and adulthood that have been missed with him due to his departure from this earth.
What I do remember is his laugh, his love of fishing, his bringing home the family’s first TV, his love of NASCAR, his tatoo 
, his holding my baby sister when she came home from the hospital, his strong hands, his watching football on Saturdays, and taking us to church on Sundays, and the Christmas he bought every one of us bicycles . I also remember each one of us loving him like crazy in our own way.
It has been a joy to introduce my children to their grandfather via these memories and photographs that mom has lovingly divided among us. He has been missed but not forgotten!