My dad passed away almost 9 years ago which seems so hard to believe. So many things remind me of him even after all those years. His jokes, he had a million. His concern for my sister and me, our mom, and then for our kids. He had a memory like no one you'll ever meet and that is one of the things I miss. So often something comes up that we're trying to remember, an event, someone's name, a place. A date. I catch myself reaching for the phone or email to ask him. He'd know.
Did you hear about the guy who was so bald headed he carried his dandruff around in his hand?
Well, we're going to bed now and give you folks a chance to go home.
Just a couple of the many.