The truck from Pitt Ohio pulled down the driveway past all the spots my dad got our old pickup stuck, pretending it was a four wheel drive, as we cleared the path to build the road to the area that would be our home and business. The truck backed up to the loading dock that was built to send out printed material but instead it gladly received these. We all miss our loved ones who passed but on this particular day I wish my dad Andy could be here for me to hand him a fresh apple from his tree, then hand him a book with our family name on the cover and watch his face light up as he reads about how all of our hard work we did as a family has already touched so many lives and with this book will hopefully inspire many more.
