One of the memories I have with my dad was when I was a security officer at arkansas steel in newport. I remember fondly that my phone would ring every time dad was driving down the road past my job. He'd call me and say," daddy's about to pass you look out the window." I would stare at the road until I seen his truck pass. He'd always blow his horn and we'd both laugh. I looked forward to those days as a security guard. It gave me a small glimmer of hope. That bond was special to he and I and I wouldn't trade those memories for anything in the world.