We got there earlier than normal and Dad wasn't in the dining room yet, Craig went to grab some chairs and I found Dad slow-poking down the hall I told him, "Hurry up, we're missing the show!" and wheeled him quickly to the dining room. He saw Roberta and his eyes lit up and he smiled one of those BIG Johnny smiles.

I grew up around music: Mom would play the organ, I'd play the piano, sometimes the violin and dad would sing. Roberta played some oldies like "You are My Sunshine," "That's Amore" -- his eyes lit up and he grinned from ear to ear -- but the one that got us was "Puff the Magic Dragon." That was one mom loved to play. Dad squeezed my hand and said, "I wish your Mom was here." Yes, Mom would have loved Roberta's silly made-up lyrics and would have more than likely asked to have been wheeled to the piano to accompany her.