Happy Birthday Dad

Today would have been my Dad's 87th birthday. Some people get hung up on the day their dad passed away. I choose to rejoice on the day of his birth. He could have allowed life to make him bitter. Given up for adoption, placed in an orphanage, at least one prior attempt to be placed with a family before being adopted by John and Byrdis. It was not something he ever talked about with us. He did, every day, work to insure our childhood was different than his. We never had to wonder if we were going to be given up or not have a home and a bed. He had expectations and rules. They weren't in place because he was mean. They were there to guide us in the right direction. To help us make good decisions and to recognize and accept the consequences of poor decisions. So here are some pictures of my dad. 

The picture above is how I see Dad today. If he were alive today and able to do so this is what he would be doing. Sitting somewhere on a frozen lake catching some fish.