My dear friend Terri said I should have given a "hanky alert" for this one so consider it done.
My Dad was a very, very good Dad. His girls were his pride and joy.
Many times when we three girls were in a discussion about something, one of us would say “yes, but I am his favorite”. Daddy had enough love for all of us and there was no need for competition. It was just something that we did in fun.
Dad was funny and loved to make people laugh. When Dad died we got a casket that had a “memory drawer” in it. You can only imagine some of the funny things we put in there. Of course we had our very serious notes of love in there too.
After choosing a stone, we needed to decide what was to be engraved on it. The picture says it all. Yes, Peggy was Dad’s favorite. Yes Beverly was Dad’s favorite. Yes Judy was Dad’s favorite. Yes Sherry was Dad’s favorite. We had that put on the stone not only for our precious memories of one terrific Dad but because we thought it would have made Dad smile.
Today when I was at the cemetery and saw the words printed again, I was still very pleased that the stone has not only our names as his children but that each of us still know we were his “favorite”.
