I am thinking about my Daddy today and missing him. He died 48 years ago in February, just after my 14th birthday. He was only 45 years old. I am saddened thinking about all that he has missed since he left us. I think I will turn my thoughts to how much I loved him and how sweet he was. A World War II European Theater veteran, he did a lot of living until he became sick. He and Momma lost their first born at birth-Robert Ray James, Jr. during war time. He was loved by many and had a personality very similar to Camille's. Everyone loves them and wants to be around them. There was never enough to go around and I didn't like sharing him. He was the driving force behind many of the childhood projects my brothers and I participated in. You didn't tell him no if he wanted you to do something-you just did it. His last years were filled with hardship and then a terrible illness. Momma never recovered from those years and would never talk about it. She let the bad times overshadow the many wonderful years. That is my lesson for today---I will chose to remember the good years and not focus on the bad. Loved my Daddy & miss him tremendously. I could really use one of his hugs-especially today.