Father's Day

Things I remember about my Dad:
he had big hard-working hands and used them to provide a living for Mom and all us kids.
he milked cows morning and night, morning and night for many years.
he fed and took care of all the farm animals.
sometimes he got mad and cussed at said animals.
he could stack hundreds of bales of hay into a nice square stack.
he didn't get the heebie-jeebies while tromping wool fleeces (with ticks) into the bags.
he fell asleep nearly every time he sat down.
he irrigated in the middles of the night.
he worked at the Sugar Factory in winters to help earn more money for our family.
he needed medication for chemical imbalance. He could have been so much happier and kinder (to Mom, mostly).
he sat on the edge of Mom's bed and sobbed every day after she died, until he died 7 months later.
he could scoop the frozen-solid-as-a-rock ice cream with his big strong hands.
he always knew where the momma kitties had hidden their litters of kittens.
he kissed my Mom twice that I remember seeing.
he cried only one time that I can remember.
he loved us. He did his very best. He lives in Heaven now. I like to hope that he feels better and is happier. I bet he is. ☺