December First

It’s been eighteen years since my father died. It’s so hard to believe it’s been that long.  This day  is easier for me now, but I will always miss my daddy.  He would have loved being a great-grandfather!  He would have been so proud of the man my son has become!  I could go on and “talk” a lot about him, but I’ve already said the things I’ve thought the most often today.

More soon…..

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