I miss my Dad. My Dad. I could write for days about my Dad. He was the very first man I fell in love with. He was handsome, he was kind and he worked harder than most. When I was little, 3 to 5, he would put me in the car and we would travel! To the Post Office, Bank and THEN somewhere for food. He would hold my little hand and introduce me as his girlfriend. Out of everything I remember about my Dad, it is his hands. How he held mine, how he typed, how he held a cup, and how he danced holding my Mom's hand. I loved everything about this man. Even when he got mad...I reflect with humor. He NEVER swore. If he slipped a swear word we all ran for cover. He took me to my very first day to school. I didn't go to Kindergarten. I was told it was because I was too smart for that. Later when I was torturing my siblings with my intelligence, I was told it was because I was still a baby...attached to my parents!!! I love that now. Well, he brought me to a First Grade. M...