
“Race you to the back yard Dad!” I challenged.
“Okay!”
“Go!” said I taking a step or two before giving out the cue to start…
Looking to my left my Dad was right there…running hard, arms swinging with all my might…Dad was keeping pace with me. The race way was a dirt and gravel alley that led you to the garage. As we crossed into the backyard I suddenly pulled ahead and won the race.
I remember wondering…”did Dad let me win?” By the smile on my Mom’s face I figured I won fair and square and she was just proud of her little boy. It was the first time I remember feeling like I was growing up, getting bigger — faster.

Dad’s gone to heaven – but not from my memory. And one day we’ll be together again.
What would Dad be like as an 81 year old? I don’t know. But I think he would remain gracious, loving, kind and most of all proud of his family – all of us!