He was a man small in stature but big in heart.
He rocked me to sleep singing cowboy songs...off key.
Nights when bad dreams of writhing snakes awoke me, screaming, he sat in a chair in my room until I peacefully fell asleep.
He told silly jokes that caused the listener to laugh and groan at the same time.
Whenever I went to visit, he always hugged me hard and said, "Sis, I'm so glad you are here."
Whenever I called him when miles separated us, he ended each conversation with the words, "I sure love you." Those were the last words he spoke to me, and I, to him.
He was my Dad. I miss him.
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