To every young girl, her father is a hero. For me, that was certainly the case. When I was little, my Dad nicknamed me Mouse. Throughout my life, he got me "mouse" related gifts at all of the holidays and sometimes, just because. I had stuffed mice, tall mice, crystal mice, pottery mice, swarovski mice, mouse plates, mouse ornaments, one time, a vacuum cleaner cover that was a giant mouse, door stop mice, giant mice, you name it. And those two GIANT mice I keep out front by my door. The ones that wore Laker's jerseys during playoffs, and Bunny ears at Easter, and Santa caps at Christmas, also from my Dad. My Dad found that first giant mouse in a gift shop while on a trip one summer with two of their grandsons. The mouse was out in front of the shop, and my Dad asked how much it was. The lady told him it wasn't really for sale, she used it as a prop. My Dad bought that mouse from her, and it rode home in between my nephews Chad and Timmy. They still talk about that long ride home with a giant mouse between them.
It became a fun thing to collect, and he and my Mom never went anywhere without seeking out some special mouse to bring home to me. Our local newspaper used to run a weekly story on special collections and I wrote in about mine. They came out and did a story. This photo showed only a teeny tiny few of the mice I had on display for them to see. It was taken about 15 years ago.
This next picture is a treasure of mine. It was taken only a few short months before learning he was ill. He had just bought a new boat and we were all out on it in Newport Beach. My daughter Erika took this picture and had this frame made for me at Christmas. I still can't look at it without crying. It is so very special to me. And it is the last photo of the two of us together.
PS My salute to another very special "Dad" in my life will be later this evening!