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My Dad, who reminds me of Jenna's favorite Songwriter/Singer, Sting (except my Dad has more hair), went back to Dallas on August 16th, about 3 weeks ago. We surely do miss him. For the first few days after he was gone, the little Great Grand Kids would look into his room to see if he was there. Boydie, who had a great time with Grampy, sneaking into his room and unplugging his light, then running away before Grampy could hook him with his cane, looked in Grampy's room and decided that he'd have to find a new game to play, since his playmate was gone. Now he's sneaking all of our keys out of our pockets and pushing the "Panic" button, making our car horns honk out in the driveway.
Anyway, we're looking forward to seeing my Dad in November at the Martin Family Get-Together in Mesa.
I'm an old man at 61 years of age, so I haven't lived in my Dad's home for lots and lots of years. Yet, after having him in our home for one short month, it seems empty without him here. I hope anyone who reads this immediately calls their parents and tells them that they love them, like I did today (on his Birthday). I didn't tell my Mother the last time I saw her, which was 3 days before she passed away. She knew then, and knows now, that I do, but I wish I would have told her one more time.
We miss you, Dad...and Mother, too.
Now, go on and tell you parents you love them.
