I dreamed about you last night. We were somewhere—some place in my memories, the location undefinable. But you were loud, laughing, causing trouble. 🤣 Playing jokes, teasing, smiling. Healthy.
Last Father’s Day, you came over and played baseball with the grandkids. We took family photos and had a barbecue at my house. We knew it was the last, and maybe that’s why it stands out as the best.
Happy Father’s Day in Heaven, Dad.
