I would never call you Father, only Daddy or Dad. You loved getting birthday, Father's Day, or "just because" cards. When I wrote special notes inside, you cried. You were sentimental like that, and the most patriotic man I've ever known. Even though you were a tough old World War II veteran, in your eighties you still stood and put your hand over your heart when the national anthem was played, and teared up during Taps.
One had better not use vulgar or profane language in front of a woman or child if you were present. I have a particular instance in mind that I won't chronicle here; but I am positive my middle brother remembers the day well. In the days of knights, I guess it would be called throwing down the gauntlet. I laugh now, but at the time, it wasn't so funny!
You also did not want to drive a golfball down on you without yelling "Fore!" if you didn't want your golfball kicked off the green...another funny family story.
It's been five years since I bought your last Father's Day card. I miss you every day. You were a doodle, Daddy. I know you will have a wonderful Daddy's Day in Heaven. Give Jesus and Mama a big hug for me if you can.
Love,
Laney Bug
Copyright 2011 Charlotte Laney
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