In the years before my dad went to be with the Lord in May of 2003, he was a prolific writer, recounting much of his own life. He also wrote specifically about each one of his children. The following is a short piece he wrote about me:
As Sharon grew older and began dressing herself, particularly putting on her coat, we realized that she had a problem. We really noticed it after we had taken some pictures of her and they were developed. On every picture in which she was wearing a coat, we noticed that the top button was not buttoned in the corresponding buttonhole, but was buttoned into the second buttonhole, leaving Sharon looking kind of lopsided. She persisted in doing this until I thought, "Maybe my wife doesn't like her little girl." You know, the 'Smother's Brothers' influence. I wondered if perhaps her mother was sewing the top buttonhole closed. But after close examination, I found this was not the case at all. Thankfully, Sharon eventually learned to button her clothes correctly. I have promised not to tell how old she was when she learned how to do it right.
Now let me tell you about today. My sister, my mom and I went out to eat lunch. After we had our fill of delicious sushi, I stood up and my sister Kathy, still seated, looked up at me and started cracking up. Mom then joined her in the hysteria. "Look at your shirt, Sharon! Just look at your shirt." So I did. And this is what I saw:
Ah, here it is: