About 9.5 years since my dad passed. I still miss him like crazy. I can't say I'd like to talk to him on the phone one more time, because IF he answered the phone at all, it was only to say, "Here, let me let you talk to your Mom."

But oh, what I would give for a few extra minutes with him, for one more hug.
He wasn't perfect--but he was well-deserving of the "hero" title that I bestowed on him from the time I was a little girl. I was the youngest of 5, and he never denied that I had him wrapped around my little finger. My sister and I were his princesses. He told Mom, when my sister was born, that she had to do the disciplining of us, because he could handle the boys, but he couldn't say "no" to his daughter.
He was of the "Greatest Generation," a generation of men who often didn't know how to show their love, as Paul mentioned in his post-and yet, my dad was always quick with a hug, for me and for every friend I brought home with me. In later years especially, he told me often he was proud of me and loved me. And he loved my kids like crazy. I'm so grateful that they got to know their Papa. My youngest was especially close to him, because he (my youngest) was the spitting image of his grandfather at the same age. But then, my dad loved pretty much ALL children, and kids were always quick to warm up to him and climb in his lap (or talk him into feeding them ice cream for breakfast, lol!).
There's a Dan Fogelberg song, "Leader of the Band" that has two lines which sum up my opinion of my dad:
"His gentle means of sculpting souls took me years to understand..."
"My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man..."
I'm just a living legacy to the Leader of the Band.
Spend every minute you can with those you love, and never EVER miss a chance to say "I love you."
My dad and mom in 2001, at their 50th wedding anniversary celebration
Dad with all his "grandkids" (some aren't technically grandkids, but grand-nieces or nephews. Didn't matter, they were all loved!)
That's my youngest, next to him photo right, with his arm around his Papa, and my oldest to the right of that in the gray shirt, with a younger cousin on his lap.
