The best dad anyone could ever have. I am the oldest of 5 children and the only girl and he always introduced me as "his baby girl". I was born while he was in the South Pacific serving in WW II in June of 1943. He didn't see me until I was 18 months old. My mother tells me the night he came home he watched me sleep most of the night with a flashlight in his hand. As I got older I realized it was important so I always told him I loved him, either in person or during a phone call. I often called to say "thanks Dad for my hair" because I inherited his natural curl. His Navy service was a large part of his life. Some of his best friends were other men he met in the service. He attended reunions until they ended several years ago.
I hope I always let him know how much I loved and appreciated him but the one thing I never did was thank him for fighting for his country. Several times I tried but couldn't get past the emotion of it. I need to tell him now. Thank you Dad for fighting in WW II and especially for being a wonderful example of "The Greatest Generation". I Love You.