Day 169 of 365
Today is Father's Day. We celebrated our last Father's Day with my Dad in 1998. In just three short months (September 1998) we said our goodbyes until we see him again in heaven. My Dad was a great Dad, He called me Zelda; I was his favorite daughter. (I'm his only daughter) I have so many fond memories of my Dad, especially if they involve bowling, softball or picking me up from Six Flags. My dad was a longtime bowler, just like my Grandma and Grandpa. I remember going to the bowling alley with him throughout my early childhood. The most memorable time was when Dad had to take me with him to Bowling and Mom was going to pick me up after she flew back in from a trip to Texas. Dad fed me my favorite dinner, Corn Hotdish and than we headed to Red Bird Bowling Alley. I was sitting in front of the bar on the floor when without warning my tummy rejected my dinner in a neat pile in front of my Indian style legs. The next thing I know I am flying through the air in the arms ...