I have many fond memories of my dad. From sitting front row as “church royalty” as a small child, listening to my dad sing with the choir; to teaching me how to hit a ball, and cheer from the sidelines of my softball games. Many road trips we took over the years, including old school camping, Anadarko, learning about our Indian Heritage. ❤️❤️ Later in life, it was always making time for me during my high school years, riding my school mates around in our big red (embarrassing) van to check out the junior and seniors’ floats, while us freshman built (and won) our float build. After my parents had divorced, to check me out of school for donuts and a coke. Many, many hours just talking about events and the goings on in my teenage life. He was a great listener, and always had wise advice. He led me to further my education, and to always strive for goals. I will dearly miss my daddy, but truly cherish these last couple of months spending time with him.