My Dad was a hard working man.  All my life, I only know of 3 days of work he missed.  He worked the last 18 years of his life for Rays Chilli in Springfield.  I will always remember him as a loving but not verbal about it, man.  He showed his love to us kids, but never said the word "love" to us or our Mom.  My Dad loved his beer, Stag. (ug)  He died a young man of 53 years.  He was not a relious man, but I know he believed strongly in God.  He always said, "When God gets ready for me to go, He will  call me home, and not before."  I love my Dad very much and I hope him and my Brothers, Jr, Bobby, and Jerry, are with him in Heaven.  I know someday I will be there with them.  In the mean time, I just keep taking one day at a time.