Saturday would have been my dad's 65th birthday. He passed away from a heart attack in 1983 when I was 10 and my sister was 12. In the much-too-short time we had together, he was an amazing dad. He worked long hours but always had time for us. He always had a sparkle of mischief in his eyes and was loved by everyone who knew him. Everyone loved "Duke". I miss him every day, but even more so on marked occasions. I'm sad for all the times we missed being together physically, but I know he didn't miss a thing because he's always watching us from Heaven.
Happy Birthday Daddy!
You are loved & will never be forgotten.