Dad

Dad: The guy who came, picked up the dropped balls, drills the middles with math facts, cuddles the baby, works at taming wild Wes, coaches the older two with their school work, helps me process all the tomatoes, loans me his car for chemo appointments in the big city while he teaches homeschool to the older 4, takes the little ones to the barn to see the baby goats, brought a theme song with him "Workin' for the Man" by Roy Orbison to be blasted during chore time, took my 13 year old son shopping for his first suit so he could usher at a wedding, started a reading club with the kids called "The Century Club", reads the bible with all the kids every morning, tells stories to Wes non stop about his favourite subject, "big, fat wolves", cheers like a madman at cross country until he can't talk anymore, gets the coffee pot on in the morning, puts together "best friend picnics" for the kids, pulls the kids aside for "one on one" encouragement, makes emergency runs to town... and keeps everything upbeat, and my days filled with the sentimental sounds of my childhood with his singing and guitar....and so much more.... Thanks Grampsie... as Wes would say "I *DOOO* love you. -j