Twenty-seven years ago today, I was teaching Sunday School at First Baptist Church when someone came to the classroom door to tell me that my mother had called and needed me to go to my parent's home; my dad had passed away. It seems like much longer than 27 years, but it seems like yesterday, too. I'm a lot like my dad. He sure is my hero. It brings me great joy to have been loved by him. Happy Heavenly entry day, daddy!