We reminisce about his days as Controller of a steel company. And then there’s golf. He loved golf! Every Saturday for years, he played 36 holes with his brothers.
Sam loves to talk about the old days. He’s always a little sad to see me go.
“Come back and see me again. You’re such a nice girl,” he says.
“Sure thing, Sam,” I assure him. To myself I say, “Love you, Dad.”