My Dad gave all of this sons the gift of freedom to be whomever we wanted to be, to express ourselves in the way we wished, to allow our imaginations to take us wherever it would. That is a great gift. Throughout life there will continually be people, rules, norms, that will seek to limit whatever creative spark lies deep within us, my Dad taught me never to let that spark extinguish. He was “different”, “odd” and he never let other’s view that he was unique get in the way of building a very strange house, of digging up ditch flowers and planting them in his garden, of making up songs and singing them to us when it was time to get up and we didn’t want to. He was not a gifted singer, but he would sing. For all that oddness, for all the ways you helped us be whom we are, Happy Birthday Dad!