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Here on Father's Day, I recall my daddy who sold livestock so I could get into nurses school. I recall an affable gregarious man whom myself and my sisters called upon when we needed something. And though he might grouse a little, he always came through. Once my  sister Kiki called on daddy to haul a piano downstairs into a U-Haul.
Daddy brought my brother along and they wrestled that piano downstairs and into the truck while Kiki fluttered nearby worried over possible scratches.
When I was moving from San Antonio back to Mississippi, I phoned Daddy and he came to Texas to help me. I rented a big U-Haul, he helped me load it up, and drove it to Mississippi with me following in my car. Bless his heart, he was no spring chicken then, but somehow children don't see their parents as "people" but as never aging, everlasting sources for HELP, and taken for granted.
He was a tall man, given to wearing straw cowboy hats and blue coveralls (he found a stack of blue ones on sale once and bought them all, so when you saw him, it was always blue coveralls.) He could make the most delicious pork roast, and cook up the finest pot of collards on earth.
I miss you daddy. I hope I told you "Thank You" and "I Love You" enough while I had the opportunity. From your daughter who hasn't forgotten. Susil
Nice tribute to your Dad.