“When I was just a little girl, I asked my (father) ‘what will I be? Will I be pretty? Will I be rich?’ This is what he said to me…” ~Doris Day
My father was a simple man – and the happiest person I have ever met.
He owned an older truck, rented a small house, and was married to a woman he adored. He loved his job, his customers, helping others, making people smile, and flirting with the women behind store counters.
At the height of his “career” my dad probably made $12/hour. He would put in a full day’s work, then walk home, eat dinner with his wife, and spend the evening with her watching TV, a six-pack of Miller Highlife, jar of peanuts and sliced salami in hand. All in all, a very uneventful life.
Yet – eight years after his passing, so many people remember my dad and speak fondly of him.