Dad

I feel I did my walk down memory lane last week, when I found the note from Dad instead of today. I was having a very long run today thinking it was close to 10 km, and thinking of Dad when I was little. He used to call me nicomus, because I was so dark when I was born and the name stuck. It branched into wee rooster for the way I cried, then deenie and there it stayed. Dad loved his kids so much, no one came before us really, I always knew Dad was so proud of everything I did. My fondest memories of Dad? His reading to us, saying prayers with me, going for walks in the field, playing ball as a family, helping him on job sites, and talking on the phone inn later years. Dad was great to talk politics and world isssues with-and he loved his grandchildren. Amelia was his pride, though he loved noni, he did not get to spend much time with her as we were far away. Every father should aspire to be like he was, I can say that with all honesty and perhaps some prejeudice.

To you Dad, you are never far from my thoughts, and I love you.
In memory of Peter, 1923-2005