One of my best memories, there are lots! Going on walks in the woods and collecting all kinds of leaves and my dad would explain each tree the leaf came from and everything about the tree. We would pick wild strawberries and blueberries. When we got home we would take each leaf we found and press it in between the pages of a book. I was always going back to that book to see what was happening to those leaves. I was happy they fell from a tree and that they would always be in that book, to remember! They did not die, they just changed into a different kind of leaf. I will forever miss one of the greatest dads a girl could ever have. Deb