We took a trip to visit my Dad's grave at Jefferson Barracks. None of my kids were even a twinkle in Dad's eye when he died, way back in 1991. But, I was 24 years old and I have all of those memories to share with the children.
I laugh when I think of how my Dad would have received the kids. Half of me thinks he would have been really, really annoyed by them, and the other half thinks he would have adored them. In reality, it would have been both. That's just the way he was. He and I are not much alike, but that's a trait we most definitely share. I write this with love and a big smile.