Remembering Dad

Dad passed away one year ago today. He was the best dad. He was the ultimate do-it-yourselfer. I really thought he could fix anything. My first bike was one he up-cycled for me from a used frame. Mom and Dad gave it to me for my 7th birthday. It was painted a shiny royal blue and had streamers in the handlebar grips.

He had a great whistle. I would listen for him walking home from the bus stop and run to meet him when I heard him. I was his "Ellie May," and he was the only one who could call me that.

This year has flown by and there is not one day that I don't think about him and thank God for blessing my life with the best dad ever.