So what do I remember most about my Dad? Always up early in the morning (singing "Up in the morning, early to rise, work like the devil for my pay. But that lucky old son, ain't got nothin' to do, but roll 'round heaven all day!"), and wrestling with us as young children. Taking us hiking, biking, roller skating, playing softball, basketball, fishing; anything that got us out and moving. But also I remember delicious breakfasts of eggs and biscuits and sausage he made for us on special mornings, 20-minute power naps on his back on the living room floor after lunch, playing with his dog, riding and training his mules, and teasing my Mother.
What will my kids remember about their Dad? Probably him singing at the top of his lungs as he practiced for another musical, and hiking in the mountains, the dessert, the park, anywhere. Trying to teach them different trees, plants, bugs, bugs, and more bugs! Giving a dollar to the child who found the most interesting bug on a walk. Talks about politics and the world and being good stewards. Can't complain about any of that. I'm lucky. My kids are lucky.
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