It'll be a year since my dad has passed and the military is having a ceremony for him with 21 gun salute and taps. I want to go, but dread it at the same time. I hate taps. Geeze, they always make you cry so hard. Anyhow, it's going to be a special day. We're taking our grand-daughter Samantha with us to meet her Great Grandma. She feels cheated that she can't remember my dad anymore. She was only three when she saw him last. She's nine, now. I have to tell you this funny story about my dad. Mom decided to move their bed to a different spot in the bedrooom and there was an envelope under the headboard, stuck to it. In it was a thousand dollars with a note to mom to use it for lunch with all of the children and grandchildren after he's gone. Now, isn't it funny that she moved the bed and found that? He knew he was going downhhill, we all just pretended that he was doing better than he was. If she hadn't have decided to change the room around we never would have found it until they moved the bed when she would be gone. So, mom said she's taking us all out on, dad. Isn't that just the coolest story? I love it. He was such a good man and was thinking about all of us even when he was going downhill. I'll love him forever. I'll miss him that long, too.