My dad was a proud and loud retired US Marine. His hobby was radio, so naturally people assume the passion and love for my chosen field came from him. I hope so. That makes it even more special.
Sgt. First Class Daddy raised us like boot camp recruits, a barking teddy bear that shaped me into the person I am today.
When he passed away, those that knew him said “He lived a great 84 years”. True, but still, he left too soon. That’s obvious when you meet my mom, his wife of 60 years. She’s lost, and his four children are forever broken.
Happy Birthday Daddy. I miss you.