My sister and I were told to clean our rooms.  We thought it would be clever to throw everything that was out in the closet. Out of sight, out of mind, right? Well, no!  It was like my dad knew exactly what we had done. Maybe we didn't take into consideration the time it took us to complete the task.  Being the goofy, silly dad he was; when he opened the closet door he instantly started dancing (doing the cabbage patch to be exact) and singing "Busted, busted" over and over again.  We did not get in trouble for this, instead, it became a core memory for me as I was very young!  I love you Dad and miss you every day.  

My condolences and prayers to all of you girls.