The other night I was pondering places my Dad had set while attending church.  When I was much younger Dad and Mom set on the third pew back from the front.  Then in later years when each step brought a high degree of pain he ended up sitting on the second pew from the back of the church.  But he was always there.  At the time he began to sit in the back it was hard for me to understand why he wanted to sit in the back.  I did not realize how much pain each step gave him and just saving twenty feet of distance helped.  Each inch shorter meant that much less pain.  But he went and I took him. 
       I miss my Dad today.  I miss him every day.  Every day I say to myself, "Dad?" or "Daaaaad......"  I think about what he did for me.  I think about what he sacrificed for me.  I think about what he gave up for me.  I think about his smiles.  I think about the fun we had together working together, side by side, every day for over thirty years.  I think about the close friend that he was to me each and every day.  I think about that he was my Dad. 
       I am o.k. I just miss my Dad.