10/05/1956 - 10/14/2005
I miss his laugh. I miss him slurping coffee and soup ridiculously loud. I miss that stupid van he drove. If you were the last one to the van you were lucky enough to sit on a 5 gallon bucket. If you were out way too late Dad would make you drive because he was mysteriously tired (right James). He always stopped to buy us some sort of breakfast on the way, Jack N the Box, McDonalds or even AMPM. He loved to play tennis and was very athletic. All those who knew dad appreciated him, love him and miss him. My dad always said he would make it to Heaven because of his beautiful wife. I believe him.