A sunny bright Father’s Day. Each of us have special memories of the dad we were blessed to have in our lives. The special ones are those who still have a dad to spend time with, joke with and continue making memories with. Do I miss Dad. Every day. Dad gave me all that I needed to make it in life . . . a will to try, the gift of logic and a sensitive heart. Because of these gifts, it is as if he were still at my elbow. Sometimes grinning, sometimes a stern look, but never turning his back on me. That option was open to him many, many times. So with that being said. Dads . . . those who were, those who are . . . Priceless.