I miss so many I had through those years Lori. I could hardly believe I still had the email and I think I still have a few pictures you shared of your Dad. My Mork is a trip. He came from the rescue place. They promised if they came across one that would be a good buddy for Jamie who was really a bit lost after Georgie died they bring him. Georgie was about 19. Jamie would sit in front of the bathroom mirror and dining room window looking at himself. He still will go there and the parakeet Tweeter will sit on the sill inside the dining room, Jamie on the sunporch side. Mork comes to sit on my shoulder and if I don't rub his head enough he comes down and tries chewing my finger nails. What a bird!