For being faithful to Mom.
For taking us to church.
For making us laugh.
For playing your 1953 Martin Guitar.
For singing songs to Mom.
For being consistent.
For leading the prayer before meals.
For working hard every day.
For laughing till you cried.
For ensuring that at least one of us had a first name that didn’t end with a “y.”
For being my Dad.
One year ago, today, my Dad, Bill Leckie, Sr., passed away. He is greatly missed by my Mom and the other “Leckies of Fulton Street.”