This is my favorite picture of my dad. It was taken back in the time when you had to have your bikes brakes checked.  He was waiting and watching I think some dancers in the parking lot and a well known photographer in town took this picture without him knowing it.  It actually hung in the Roswell Museum for awhile. 

This is a few days late, but it was 16 years ago on Feb 17 that my dad passed.  Oh how I miss that man.  Such a silent type, yet when he wanted to talk you couldn't get away from him.  He cared so deeply for his family, his daughters and my mom and his grandchildren.  He was the hardest worker I know and the most talented man there was.  If you wanted it done he could do it and even when I would ask him for something and expect it within days. 

You just don't know what you have at times till it's gone.  I love you daddy and miss you more than words could ever say.