My memories of Dad are somewhat different than the boys. I too always wanted to please him but I couldn't seem to find something that he could relate to with me. Mom made me all my clothes when I was younger because I was too small to fit into the big girl clothes. I just wanted to fit in with the styles of my age group. I do remember the trips to maine because I was in the car with one of my friends, Anne and or Donna and we did have a blast all together. I remember singing on the beach at night" working in a coal mine" and" this ain't no party this ain't no disco", Dad loved the beats and was singing and laughing with us. My real relationship started with Dad when I went into business. We had something that tied us together, business. I believe he was finally proud of me . And then I started to take care of Dad the way mom did so I could keep his approval. I cooked the food he liked and watched over him like mom. I didn't particularly like that role but it brought me closer to Dad. Dad really had a unique style of humor and a wonderful creative eye. You had to know him. He also had a bad boy streak that seperated him from the "others" and made him his own man. He was quiet with most people but he was open with his family and his love for us was unconditional. I remember one thing as a young little girl. Every night Dad would come into my room before I went to bed and make me a nest of pillows and we would say together, Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep, and if I die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul to take. God bless Billy, God bless Jonny ,God bless mommy ,God bless Daddy. Goodnight.