I remember Dad jingling his change in his pocket and pacing around the house.
I remember Dad making me wrap my own Christmas presents.
I remember Dad taking us camping every weekend. 
I remember Dad saying "You can call someone an elephant but that doesn't make them one."
I remember Dad saying, "Do the best you can at everything you do."
I remember Dad walking by and tousling our hair and knowing he loved us without saying it.
I remember Dad tucking us in every night.
I remember Dad saying, "I am never lost, just may not know where I am right now."
I remember Dad taking us fishing.
I remember a boat ride down Grass River and seeing a blue heron.
I remember our Christmas stockings always were at the end of our bed Christmas morning and had an apple or orange at the toe.
I remember how Dad really didn't mind the worn track in the grass around the house when we were kids.
I remember how Dad taught me to drive the doodlebug when I was seven.
I remember Dad teaching me to ride a bike. 
I remember how patient he was with us.
I remember when we would ask him what he wanted for Christmas, he always said, three kids that didn't fight with each other.
I remember the blue racer he caught for me to hold.
I remember how Dad waited up for me when I had a date.
I remember how he woke us up in the morning with "Oh what a beautiful morning" on the stereo, with the speakers he mounted upstairs.
I remember all the classical music he played on the stereo for us to hear.
I remember how Dad was always singing parts of songs, never the whole song.
I remember the Christmas tree he left up until all the needles dropped off it.
I remember the Christmas cards he mailed in April, he said they were early.
I remember Dad & I taking the boat down the River to see the eclipse of the moon.
I remember how he always called me "Que chico." (I'm a girl)
I remember how he always said he found me on the doorstep in a basket.
I remember how much he loved his parents.
I remember him teaching us the Lord's Prayer.
I remember how he would say, "Whom the Gods would destroy, they first make mad," when I lost my temper.
I remember the Life list he kept of birds.
I remember bringing home apple pies from Sunday dinner at Grandma and Grandpa's, and having it for breakfast and Dad said that only Yankees ate apple pie for breakfast.