My Class of '56 Dad passed away. He should have been class of '52, but a trip to Korea courtesy of Uncle Sam delayed his graduation. He suffered with undiagnosed PTSD from the combat he saw in Korea, which I didn't understand when I was young, but would eventually come to understand all too well many years later after my time in combat in Iraq. He worked 29 years as a prison guard for the State of Texas. He always worked the 0500-1300 shift so he would be home when my 3 older sisters and I got home from school. He taught me how to ride a horse, hunt, fish, ride a bike, and drive a truck with a manual transmission. He tought me how to drink beer, shoot pool, play moon and 42. (granted, he did most of those things when I was a lot younger than most people learn how to do those things.) He tought me how to figure out sales tax in my head. He was my baseball coach from the age of 8 til I was 15. He never missed one of my football games from 7th grade all through high school, and missed damned few of my high school baseball games. My love of AGGIE Football and Baseball and all things Aggie are a direct result of his time at A&M. Damn, I miss him.

RIP Dad, I'll see you on the other side.

Those of you who still have living parents, cherish the time you have remaining with them