|Daddy and Me.|
As I grew up, he was always there for me. I got my first bicycle with training wheels when I was 6. I still have that bike.
While we sat outside as he grilled steaks, he took the time to explain how patents worked.
He paid for braces at 14, and took me to get my license the day I turned 16. He bought me my first car that June.
He was there every step of the way. He watched as I got married, and loaned us money for a down payment on a house.
He was always there to help us, but never offered up advice or opinion unless asked, and then sometimes he would pose a question instead of giving an answer.
He was born July 30, 1928 and grew up in a small town in Southern Virginia. He enlisted in the Army/Air Force in 1946 when he was 18. And after serving 6 years, he moved to North Carolina to begin working as a truck driver. He and my Mom married in 1956 in Dillon, SC.
He worked hard his whole life, and lived a life of which he could be proud.
Any man can be a father, but it takes someone very special to be a little girl's Daddy. He was the best a girl could ask for, and I miss him every single day.
Happy Birthday, Daddy!