Glenda Hart
This was my dad. I remember once, when my twin sister and I turned 7, mom was in the hospital so Dad was helping us bake two birthday cakes (chocolate cake from box mixes). As we were putting some chocolate icing on mine it fell to the floor and broke into a few big chunks. I started to cry, but Dad, in his wisdom, picked it up and "glued" it back together with the extra icing. It looked perfect and had me smiling again. I thought Dad was brilliant, and I still do.