the first memory i have of my dad was my litte brother and I meeting him at his bus stop on our corner every day at 6pm to "make sure he got home for dinner" as my mom woud tell...(more)6-6-2016 12:39am+1 like
us. And we would wave to all the people on the bus every day, and run up to him and give him a hug. we were 3 and 4 when we started doing this. Our house was two doors down from the corner.
as my mom would say "we had our moments". He was and is a good dad. He would tell me all the time "every person on that bus would tell me what a beauty you were" he was cheesy as...(more)6-6-2016 12:42am+2 likes