Has his 86th Birthday today. If Big Daddy Don still walked this Earth, I'm sure he'd slide a little Johnny Walker Red Scotch into his glass of skim milk. Yea, Daddy liked him some scotch--said the milk helped his ulcer! I recall he let me sample his beverage of choice. I spit it out. It tasted like burnt wood. Dad laughed and I swore never again. Somehow I bet, Daddy found a way to get some scotch into Heaven...
A year ago, I posted about Dad's birthday and have some pictures. Click here for a look see.
On this day, I smile as I think of Daddy as his King Edward cigar dangles from his mouth--this is even as I run to him as he walks from work. Daddy would pick me up and twirl me around. And then that cigar would be there as he waited for me to pull up in the driveway from my 750 mile trip from Dallas. He only took the cigar out when he hugged me tight. I was where I wanted to be.
I miss those times.
I miss you, Daddy