Dad the family man.

I don't remember much about the vacations we took, I was probably thinking about some girl I left back in high school or filled with some teenager angst. However, I think this vacation was a Gettysburg trip.

Look at the smile! He was such a devoted Father. The memories of Dad and the playful romps, the visits to the hotdog stands at the Broadway and Clinton markets. I can taste and smell and remember ... oh how those good memories just flood back.

He spoiled my sister and I!

As a grand father of my sister's daughters, you caught a glimpse of the type of parent he was to me when we were their age. Amazing! Absolutely amazing.

Near the end he was speaking with one of my cousins and he asked her if she thought he did a good job as a parent ... I will let my friends and colleagues be the judge of that.

My Dad, how I miss you ...