Daddy

Today marks 25 years of my father's death due to a plane accident. Dad, here's a few memories for you today, one for every year you've been gone:

I remember dancing on your feet.
I remember the smell of Old Spice.
Stubble on your face.
BIG hugs.
Silly faces--all the time.
Your amazing magic trick of pressing a penny through the table! Still don't know how you did it!
Your ability to scare all us kids half out of our skin.
I remember your straight, white teeth.
Your stiff hair after a day at work, in front of the camera.
Your perfect enunciation.
Your big smooth hands.
Safe, strong arms.
Your daily, and then some, kisses for Mom.
Your utter appreciation for the outdoors.
Camping and having our own outdoor sacrament meeting.
I remember your beautiful singing voice--you loved to sing.
I remember the same lullaby that never got old.
Your love and respect for your mom. . .and your dad.
Your crooked smile.
Man, were you a tease!
You had lots of made up, silly words.
I remember worrying about you as you lay on the couch for days after our bees attacked your foot.
You never got mad, upset or angry.
I remember you holding my pudgy hand.
I remember you loved us more than life.

I love you Daddy. I miss you every day.