Yeah, my old man was the bomb! He jammed twice as much excitement into his 69 years than I have into almost eighty. Now that I'm thinking about it, I could probably write a book just from the stuff that ~I~ personally remember about the old guy. In fact, I was just sharing some of his escapades with my oldest son a few minutes ago. He's been gone for 45 years and I still miss him.
Hardly a day goes by that I don't remember or share something about him with someone.
We all only get one real father, and
most of us will say without a doubt "He was the greatest," and you know you're right.
All the memories good, bad and up the middle; they're all yours. Keep the old guy alive in your hearts and share those memories with your Grandkids. Those memories are family treasures that only last as long as we share them.