Nightprowler's Daughter

I am up half the night. My mind seldom shuts completely down. My dad was many things in his life. A trucker by the Cb handle of Nightprowler, just one of those identities. At least before me. He could do just about anything literally, not just from my point of view, but all those he touched. Someone always needed him for something. He was anything but a doormat either. He held families together, took care of people in hard times and just ran the small part of our world.

I got an early Christmas present from my mom. A decorative car tag. The picture of a cougar lying on a stacked pile of rocks with a snowy mountain side supporting it. Just beautiful. It matches my car- A MERCURY COUGAR. On the right side opposite a bare wintry tree branch (on the left) are two words Nightprowler's Daughter. It fits like a new skin. Something I needed. An unknown surprise gift, much better than a present.
Thanks Mom I love you.