My father would have been 100 years old today~ I miss the great moments, sitting on the porch and just talking to him~ The moment when we were in awe as hundreds of yellow butterflies flew down the street towards the swamp~ The days when he would walk by the refrigerator, sit on the couch, then call me to hand him a glass of ice-water~ I loved him and he loved me~ 17 years ago he went home to rest…