My dad is a great dude. Worked hard on a farm during his early years, got married, went into the army, fought for everything he thought was right in WWII (received a Purple Heart), came home, and started making babies. He had 5 kids (I'm the youngest by FAR). Two of the five were retarded (no... not me
). One died when she was two years old, the other is my second oldest sister at 53 years old. My pop started his own business in 1950 doing construction and turned it into a VERY profitable business and set his family up very well. My youngest sister (12 years older than myself) and I run the business now and it's still paying off for our families. Dad (now 84) still comes into teh office every day and straightens us out
He was a strong leader in the community, in his church, and for our family. If I could have any of his traits I wish I could inherit his willingness to work. Dude is irreplaceable. I was much closer to mom growing up, I guess cause dad thought it was her job to bring up the family and his job to provide. He did all he could to make our life easier, at the expense of being very close with his children. Although I'm much closer to my kids than he ever was with me, I know he always did all he could to make sure I didn't have to worry about where my next meal was gonna come from or how I would keep warm.
My dad rocks.
