ThrowBack Thursday - My Dad...

About five o'clock on September 3, 1993 I watched my Dad take his last breath. I was holding his hand. I miss him every day. He was a wonderful father. He worked hard all his life. He was loyal and kind. He honored his father and mother. He lead by example. One of my fondest memories was each time we gathered for dinner, he would walk by where I sat and gather my long hair in his hands before he sat at his place at the head of the table. I always knew he loved me unconditionally. He called me Leener.  

It's been 22 years since he passed away. He was 66, and none of us were ready to let him go.