How I took for granted that I could grab the phone and talk to him, and I did not do that often enough. How I took for granted he may show up at any time, totally unannounced. I would give anything to be able to sit with him and play our traditional game of Cribbage when we were together. He always beat be, but I still loved the challenge. The strong conversations that usually led to a serious and emotional debate on some subject or another.
I remember the time I rode my Harley to Louisville, Nebraska to see him and I parked my bike up on the small stoop that was at the front door of their home. I had nightmares about how I was going to turn that big machine around when I was ready to leave. It was a just a few minutes and my dad had turned that 850 lb bike completely around so I could just ride down that slope to leave. It looked like he was doing it on a stoop the size of a postage stamp to me. He was quite strong and he was an old man at that time.
The last time I saw him was at his home in Superior, Montana. He was so happy to finally have his dream home in Montana. I was happy for him and Betty. It was a good visit, but I knew as I drove away that I would never see him again.
All I can say now is, "Happy birthday dad." I am proud to have your genes. I am proud to remember you. I love you, Patty