My father was the most giving person I know. Always looking to further in life. He was the spirit of my Christmas... From Santa all the way down to the twinkle lights on my Christmas tree... The colored ones of course! He was the family traditions keeper. The jokester. He is everything I always hoped to grow up to be. No one could tell as many jokes and always have a funny come back as he could. I have a piece of my heart missing... But I do hope my Baby Webb is somewhere with you... I will always think of you at Thanksgiving when I watch Chevy Chase Christmas Vacation not because I enjoy watching it every year but because it's a tradition. Because I can picture you sitting in the recliner laughing at every funny part. I will think of you when I hear the Salvation Army bell ring and I remember watching you always pull change out of your pocket to slip into the bucket and reminding me to think of others. I hear that sound and always try to have something for the collection as well. I will think of you every time I see a Christmas light display... And know yours were always better. I will think of you when the frogs peep... I will find a perfect blade of grass to try and catch the biggest frog in the pond. And last but not least I will remember you every time I see a bottle of bush mills... And laugh. I will pick up the change from the ground when I see it because it's true dad the government doesn't know I have that and can't tax me on it. I will continue to map my route to do things once so I don't have to backtrack. I will try and listen, laugh and be here now with my kids. You were more than I can ever explain you were my dad first and always.