I started writing this book two weeks before the tenth anniversary of my father's passing. I wonder where the time has gone, and missing him has not gotten easier. Many times, I drift back to my younger years on the farm; how I miss those carefree days. Days when mom or dad were there to help me when I felt my whole world was falling apart-a look, a touch, or words that made everything right. Then I had to grow up, start my life on my own, and before...