A year has passed since my dad died, and I still miss him everyday. I'm glad I have lots of memories to make me smile, and to share with my children. My older boys will remember their PaPa, my youngest won't. My youngest was only 13 months old when Daddy died, so I am very glad I have the memories to share with him. I still have days when I want to pick up the phone and call him. Other days I am sending an e-mail and find his e-mail address, because I can't bring myself to get rid of it. I have learned to just go with the flow. I cry when I need to, I laugh when I think of a funny memory.
Daddy, I love you and miss you everyday!!!!!