Yesterday September 18^th 2018 my father would have been 105. I missed the days when we used to sit on the porch chatting. I remember one sunny morning when we were talking the bright morning sun suddenly got shaded as though a cloud was blocking it. He said Allison look as he pointed towards the street. 100s of little yellow butterflies were fly through the air. I was in awe. That moment lasted for a long while. RIP Daddy. I will always remember these nostalgic moments.