Happy Birthday Dad.

Eighty years ago today the world was blessed with an amazing man, Franklin Hommel. I am incredibly fortunate to have the privilege of calling him my DAD.

Dad, There are so many wonderful memories you have given me. One of my earliest memories is when you would take me to Couches’ Corner to buy the newspaper. I couldn't have been more then 3. Do you remember that? You use to put me on your lap, when you mowed the lawn. I use to be your unofficial flashlight holder when you were fixing something & needed more light. I loved Tuesdays as a young girl, you would pick me up from Brownies, and then we would go grocery shopping. I know ya probably don't remember any of that, that's ok, because I do. Even though I'm sure I use to gripe about mowing the lawn, and stacking wood I am so grateful you taught me life skills too. You would get up early every morning and go to work. I don't remember you ever taking a sick day. See dad, I was paying attention. Dad you have taught me so much, except your math skills. How many nights did you patiently help me with my homework? You had so much more faith in me then I ever had in myself. We would go to Albany to the orthodontist when I had braces. I remember you letting me drive home & you falling asleep. Either you had a great trust in my driving abilities, or maybe you were just praying so hard I only thought you were sleeping. Either way, you teaching me how to drive is a memory I will forever have. I learned to be patient and the value of a parent's unconditional love from you. No matter how disappointed I was with myself, and my actions, you never stopped loving me. Dad, I am so blessed, God gave me you, as my father. I'm so sorry I was not able to come down for your 80th birthday party. Three broken cars kinda got in the way. I love you Dad. Happy 80th birthday.