Christmas was always very special to my Dad.

After Dad was diagnosed with Lung Cancer, I spent a great week with him over Xmas 1988.

I knew, and I think he knew that it would be our last Xmas together, it was our first together since 1983, when

My Mom was in grave condition with Emphasema.

Dad & I made the most of it... it was certainly Meloncholy, But I am so glad for the good times that we managed

to share together. He was 7 years sobert when he died.

He was a Helluva guy. Yes, a Basstard at times, but who isn't. And he'd be the first to admit it.

Loyal to a fault. And Honest to the point of blunt. But I appreciate him & am grateful he was my Dad.

He not only did his G>D> best, he did it with out spewing BS.

What really set him apart is he Married my Mom with her 5 kids from a previous Marriage...

And never treated them as less his than me & My Brother.

He treated them as if they too were 100% his flesh & blood. He taught me Right From wrong.

Thanks Dad. I Love you more than words can say.

And I appreciate the man you were with all my heart.

Thanks. I think you'd like the Man I am today.

Most days, I even do.