Father's Day

Dad....

I am sitting here beside you...
As I often do
With the hope that you can feel
The love I have for you

Sunday is your special day
I wish for you to know
That I miss you here in heaven...
But it was my time to go

I cannot wrap your present
It is not a shirt or tie
It is love that's never ending...
That lives on deep inside

My memories are happy
Of the times that we did share
I always knew you loved me
I always knew you cared

So on this special day
I will honor you my dad
And thank the stars in heaven...
For the loving one I had

Happy Fathers Day from your angel in heaven

poem by Lyndie Soreson

Taxes

Growing up, we always knew Dad was good with numbers. You could ask him a math question and he would answer it before you could enter it into you calculator. Car salesmen would cringe when we walked in the room because he was always knew how to negotiate the numbers. Now, that is not say that this didn't have its down side. You could never pull a fast one over him by brushing off how you did in a class because he would be able to calculate your grade before you could walk away. And we never had an excuse for doing bad in class because we had Dad to help us.

Well, it seems that while Dad can calculate the numbers only you can make them meaningful.

This year when it came to tax season, Tyler had planned to do yours just as he had in past years. While willingly taking on the task, he and I knew that doing them would bring out lots of raw emotions. No one was in a rush to get them done and so they stay in our office until April 15th when Tyler had to do them. As Tyler sat down to do them, I stepped away with Rae. The thought of them doing them was too much for me to handle. And then, within a matter of 15 minutes, they were done. As Tyler packaged them up to be mailed out, he called me in the office. Without saying a word, he handed me the cover sheet. Below is a summary of what it said:

Federal: refund of $808
State: refund of $86

An outsider may say wow, thats a nice chunk of money. But when I saw the numbers on the page, I burst into tears. How could it be? How could your birthday be 8/08/86 and those numbers be what appeared on the cover sheet?

We continue to know you are with us on a daily basis and we can't thank you enough for the times you show us that you are there. Little signs like this is what we need to keep us strong. We know you had the last laugh on this one because not even Dad could have solved this problem so perfectly.


Love you!