In memory of my dad, who died way too early at the age of 49 ... 11 years ago today
10.7.1945-2.7.1995



Yes, a 'night' early, but I figured I might not be around on the computer much in the a.m. I tend to just sit and think about this amazing man. I was so lucky to have him, and I miss him very, very much.

But by far, the very best gift I got this year for my birthday were four original photos of my dad (fourth grade to college). I opened up this card from my grandmother and cried and cried.

I know I am who I am today because of my dad's influence in my life. I know I am who I am because of the person I had to become because of his death. I had to take care of my mom and my baby brother. I had to grow up and get on with life.

I wish he were here, and I wish I could tell him all the great things happening in my life.

I believe, though, he is here ...