There are many things that were Dad. Give him a grill and/or a Dutch oven and you would have an amazing meal. Give him a rope and he would teach you to repel. Family history, history, or patriotism all brought a smile to his lips and joy to others. He was never afraid to say what he felt was right even if it maybe wasn’t what the person wanted to hear. I always felt loved in his presence right down to the last day of his life when he couldn’t talk at all, as I said hi to him, he patted my back and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I love you Daddy!!