Nat drove up the Boulder today for the first time in a long time—we enjoyed a spectacular lunch of beef filets, garlic mashed potatoes, melons and homemade chocolate/espresso ice cream. We spent time reminiscing and visiting—it was wonderful—today you would never know Nat is 93 years old!
My dear Dad has been gone since December, 2002—there’s hardly a day goes by I don’t think of him and miss him greatly.
And then there is my dear husband Michael—he too is a Dad to Lonn and Shannen—and I happen to think he is a good Dad!
So, Father’s Day with joy and with sadness—a good day in Montana.