Happy Father's Day, Dad

We made a day trip to see my Dad in Kansas City yesterday.  At 93, I can't help but wonder how many more Father's Days we will celebrate.

His legs are failing, his hearing is terrible but for 93 he's still in pretty good shape.  His long term memory hasn't faltered, it's what it was 30 years ago.  He reminds me of the things I said when I was a little girl, like running to the door when he came home saying Deedo, Deedo, Deedo.  Guess I couldn't say Daddy?  He says some of my first words were iee keem (ice cream).  Thanks Dad for creating this sweet tooth I still harbor today!!!

My Dad's a true gentleman, the kind of man every woman hopes her daughter will marry.  He opens doors, pulls out the chair and of course, always orders for the lady!  Although he doesn't speak of it much, he's a Pearl Harbor Survivor, one of only a handful still alive in our country.  Aging is hard for my Dad, he's a proud man who struggles with not being able to do those things he's always been able to do!

We've had our challenges over the years.  As I reflect back on this Father's Day,  I realize just how much he's always loved me and I hope he knows just how much I love him!