Good-bye Dad H. I'll miss you. Your hugs, your hand shakes, your polishing the floor till it was slippery. All of it. Your smile. Your shaking your head. How you couldn't hear, but nodded in approval anyway. I'll miss that, too.

You fought in 2 wars. You gave because it was the right thing to do. You didn't say, "What about me?" You never did. Mark found your drafting sheets done on Linen. How cool. Did you aspire to become a draftsman? I bet you'd have been good. That's probably where Mark got his skills. I'll miss you.

You worked the Post Office though. I can't imagine it was fun or challenging work, but you did it. You did it for the family. Third shift. Wow! How stalwart can you get? I admire you for that. I'll miss you.

Retirement was better. You got to dink around the house and do the things you liked to do.
Did I mention, I'll miss you?