With Father’s Day approaching , my thoughts turn to my own father. He passed away 13 years ago but I still miss him. I think of what a great support he was to me and my brothers. I also realize what a fantastic grandfather he was. He loved to play games with his grandchildren, in fact some he played over and over and over. He enjoyed making up songs that would fit the occasion like going down a steep hill in the car or stopping by Dairy Queen for an ice cream cone. My grown children still remember many of the songs grandpa made up. But I think the thing they remember the most about him was his unconditional love. That’s a memory that never fades.