Leonard M. Agard Obituary

Here is a memory of my father the hero. When I was little about 9 or 10, my dad and I went snowmobiling at night with some of my father's friends. He rode with his friend and I rode with the friend of the friend(someone I didn't know). We took off and before long the guy stopped and told me to get off. I was so scared, here it was night time and it started to snow again. I could

Here is a memory of my father the hero. When I was little about 9 or 10, my dad and I went snowmobiling at night with some of my father's friends. He rode with his friend and I rode with the friend of the friend(someone I didn't know). We took off and before long the guy stopped and told me to get off. I was so scared, here it was night time and it started to snow again. I could only walk back down the hill towards where my father was when we started. I was crying but kept on walking with the hope he was looking for me, well he was. Finally, I started to see a faint figure coming towards me through the snow. It was my Dad and boy was I ever happy to see him. I ran towards him, crying and he just held on to me and wouldn't let go. He said that he was worried about me and that it was alright now.

Dad, I miss you so much. We were fishing buddies. You were my Hero! Thanks for everything you ever done for me. I wish I said I love you more. I love you and Miss you your daughter Pam