Remember a great man!

Father's Day is really a great day. I love to think of all the things that make it awesome. Family traditions help us to keep close to the past as we go forward into the future. We have a wonderful tradition of making breakfast in bed. I remember doing this for my Daddy and now my darling children do it for theirs. We will be having pancakes with raspberries and blackberries in the morning. David will love it.
It is also a sad day for me because I can't go give my Daddy a hug. I can't tell him Happy Father's day anymore and I can't sit on his lap and tell him I love him. However, I can also remember the things that I can do.... I can think of him and remember him for the awesome person he was. He loved his children very much and only wanted what was best for them. He was by no means perfect but he was perfect to me. He loved me so much. He taught me the gospel, how to be the best person i can be. He wanted his kids to be better than he. In fact, he never really felt worthy of the Love of our Savior and yet he was truly a man of God. I wish that I could sit on his lap and twist his tie tack again, I wish that my children had an opportunity to know him more than they did and I wish that he was standing in front of me right now so that I could tell him that he is my hero, and then wrap my arms around him in a hug that will never end. I am thankful that I know that we will be together again. He is watching over his children and grandchildren and rooting us on. I miss you Daddy.
I thought about writing some of my memories of Daddy and wanted to put down my fondest but how in the world do I do that they were all wonderful. Daddy made me a wonderful kitchen set to play with when I was little, he taught me to love music we used to sit together for hours singing and listening to music he was my biggest fan. He taught me to love family. We did so much together we worked together and played together. He took us camping and swimming. He loved to watch us experience new things. He taught me to love learning, I remember when I was learning to write I didn't have the best penmanship. He had me write poems every night to help me get better. He taught me to love God. I love you Daddy.