It is only fitting that I write about my Dad this Memorial Day.

I can’t say that I remember reading books with him, because he was a fantastic storyteller who didn’t need one. My favorite memory of Dad is telling the story of Jack and the Beanstalk. My sister and I had canopy beds, and between them was a nightstand and a braided rug. Dad would lay down on the rug looking up at the ceiling and always begin with “Well, once upon a time.” He did ALL the voices (the Giant was the best of course). I would hang on the side of my bed just to get closer. I would close my eyes and picture the story as he told it, from the cow to the golden egg laying goose. I don’t remember falling asleep or Dad leaving our room, but I do remember feeling so blessed to have the best Daddy in the whole world.

His name is Ed, and he left this world 5 years ago almost to the day. I miss him every day, but he left with me that same ability to tell fantastic stories. I LOVE books, but it’s nice not to need one 😉