I have many good memories of my Dad. While I can't share them all, some off the top of my head are him playing guitar and me singing along when I was a small child, us fishing with cane poles in the Sabine river and me accidently losing his cooler in the water...but he didn't get mad, us shooting thd .22 rifle....him, my grandpa (his dad) and me playing miniature golf so many times, as a small child saying "bye" to him as he left for work at Brookshires, the love we shared for music and animals, and just the humor, joking around and laughs we shared together. In fact, the Wed. night before his surgery (5/7/2014) I got his voicemail when i called him and left a message in the voice of "Hank Hill"...not realizing I would never hear from him again. I know my Dad is with Jesus..as he talked to me about Jesus when I was a small child. We will meet again Dad when it's time for me to exit this physical world. Until then, I love you.
- David