Whether it was going out to eat, or being visited by his grandsons, Dad would always end his evening by saying, "It was a good day". The smallest gesture, visit, or outing would bring a smile to his face and we would hear those special words. Having faced many difficult times throughout his life, I heard these powerful words...powerful in the sense that i realized he embraced life...."it was a good day...." Today was a sad day as he will be missed terribly....but joining my Mom again at the pearly gates, i listen carefully and hear, "it was a good day"