Tuesday, October 14, 2014
One of my many wonderful memories of Dad was when Dan and I were driving up to Delavan to pick up our new daughter, Kayla. She was dropped off there by her birth mother, and we were to drive up and pick her up. When we walked into the house, there was Dad sitting in his chair, quietly and carefully snuggling our peacefully sleeping little 7 month old girl, waiting for our arrival. I have many memories of Dad, but that is just one special one. He was like a second father to me, even more so since my own dad died in 1998. My divorce from Dan in 2009 made no difference in our relationship. He was deeply loved and will always hold a special place in my heart. Amy Johnsen