HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!

On January 30, 1925 one of the best men I know was born. My Daddy, William Grandison, was the last of nine children. He had a typical childhood of someone who lived through the Depression and served his country bravely and heroically in the Battle of the Bulge by driving extra personnel to secure the Bridge at Remagen.

My Daddy taught me honesty, integrity, good morals, how to honor a commitment, and how to wire a lightswitch. I had no brothers so I was always his assistant when there were odd jobs to be done around the house. I felt like his little princess, even when swinging a hammer! This photo of Daddy, my daughter and me was taken in the mid 90's.

And here he is meeting his great-grandson for the first time.

Daddy is a man of few words, but I know he loves me and I love him and respect him more than he will ever know.
I LOVE YOU DADDY, AND HAPPY 84TH BIRTHDAY!

P.S. Happy Birthday Karin!