My Dad passed away this morning. He was 91 years old. For the last 5 years he has done nothing more than miss my Mom after her passing. When I was little, I wanted to marry him. He looked like Roy Rogers. He was always my hero. He was a good man. A man whose name and reputation would open doors for us in the community. Family was the most impotant thing in his life and we knew it. He was a bricklayer...he was my Dad.