Whenever trouble ever popped its' head, Dad could be counted on in any way possible to help work things through. He never ran from trouble, although, like with all of us, trouble was , often, just around the corner. Dad experienced his own share of troubles, including domestic tiffs, so whenever any of us kids had difficulties, he was always around to lend a hand and a warm shoulder. I can't recall him ever turning away. Dad possessed many skills and could always think of possible solutions to raise money or to offer hands-on assistance. He was a good builder and fixer. He didn't know how to do everything but he was never afraid to get his feet wet. He also enjoyed fishing--especially to go out to a lake somewhere. We didn't go together often enough, but when we did, it was always great fun. Dad also took great pride in regards to his driving skills. It never took too much coaxing to get him "out-of-town" if there was available time and gas money. Dad never hesitated in making it known that he was the best driver in the world. I have to admit, I always felt safe when Dad was at the wheel. He taught my sisters and me how to drive, as well, so now, I guess, with Dad gone, we are now "the best drivers in the world". Just ask us! Traits rub off, and Dad, you passed on many traits to your children that we will always value and treasure. Dad, you get the credit, and each one of your children still feel blessed that you were our father. I know one thing: When it comes my time to take my own personal journey, I hold every confidence that Dad will be waiting at the Gates to help me through. I don't especially look forward to dying, but I will rejoice the day I get to, once again, rejoin my father, mother, and other loved ones on the other side of this life. Then, too, just as my Dad and Mother are waiting for me now, I will await my own children. That's just the way life is. And, Dad & Mom, thanks again and again for everything you ever tried to do to bless my life here on earth. Your loving son, Jimmy.