I remember the times when Dad would play dominoes with Mom and I, along with gin rummy. And when he would go to Canada fishing, the night before, he'd pack his clothes, and sometimes Mom and I would put some candy in for him to find if he'd let us. In the morning, he'd leave, but not without our hugs and kisses, and he'd tell me, "Deb, be GOOD!!!!" And when he got back, I would meet him.