Thoughts About My Dad

I've been thinking about my Dad a lot recently. He passed away 6 1/2 years ago because of cancer. He never met any of my kids but we tell them stories about him all the time. A few weeks before Ezra was born, Dad kept popping in my head:
James was giving the boys puppy dog kisses and I remembered my dad doing the same thing. I could feel his whiskers on my face and I could almost remember what he smelled like.
I saw a guy sitting in a lawn chair in his front yard, watching the cars drive by. After we moved to town, Mom and Dad sat in the driveway watching people drive by. They probably saw more people they knew that this guy in Lee's Summit.
We planted a garden. Dad always had a garden, or at least a few tomato plants.

Maybe this is part of the reason I wanted to give Ezra the middle name: Robert. It just seemed fitting at this time. Happy Father's Day, Dad. You and Mom taught me so much and I have lots of great memories!