Hey Dad, it's me Julie, your oldest daughter. I just wanted to take a moment to wish you a Happy Father's Day and tell you how much you are missed. You were really a wonderful father, in so many small, quiet, ways. I love to recall how you brought me treats home from the shop almost every day in your lunch pail. Sometimes a roll of life savers, or maybe just a stick of gum. I knew they were meant just for me, because I don't think I ever saw you chew a stick of gum. Just a few years before you left us, you took my old fishing pole and re-wrapped it for me. I remember seeing that old pole and looking at your gnarled hands, you'll never know how that touches me still Dad. You were always such a quiet man, so few words...too few to suit me. But, you always taught me the things you felt were important. 'Remember to scrub yours heels and elbows Julie'...'never wear scuffed shoes', and 'blue jeans were meant for farmers'. That one still makes me smile. In the 47 years you worked in the shop, you missed 5 or 6 days of work. I didn't hear this from you, but mom. The only time I remember you telling me you were proud of me was after I graduated high school. I actually over heard you telling someone else. I had worked 2 years at the nursing home while going to school and never missed a day of work. These things I learned from you. You've never seen this place I call home now Dad. I think you would like it. When I walk the property in the spring and see all the white daisies in bloom...your song reverberates in my head...I'll bring you a daisy a day dear... I hope your day is special dad and that you are walking in fields of daisies next to your favorite fishing stream.