Yesterday was his 100th birthday. Didn't write about it but spent some time at his gravesite in my yard. The flowering dogwood tree my employees bought me is budding out nicely and sending some new shoots.
I miss them both but feel them around me all the time.
I remember your Dad as a sweet guy, Dave. I'm glad to hear that the dogwood tree is coming back to life!
Cheers,
Cheryl