Remembering Dad

November 11, 1930 my father was born. He would have been 87 today.  Words cannot express my love and respect for him. I miss him .. I often find myself wanting to talk with him. We use to do that in the mornings. He listened, we talked. He was successful in the things that mattered most, and taught quietly by how he lived his life. He is my father, and I will forever be grateful to call him dad. ❤️ 

~ Rick