Happy Father's Day to my wonderful Daddy. He has been gone 15 years now and I still miss him as much today as I did then. This is one of my favorite pictures of me and Daddy.
Me and my sister with Daddy.
He was always smiling. He was a hard worker and always provided for his family.
He love Christmas and was like a kid at Christmas time. For many years, he would take us through the woods to pick out the perfect Christmas tree.
We were the traditional family. Daddy who worked, mommy who stayed home and cooked, cleaned and took care of the four kids. There was so much love in our house that it is no wonder we all grew up to live very happy lives.
He loved his grandchildren. Him and my twins were really close.
Daddy in his favorite chair. The chairs may have changed over the years but the place his chair sat in the living room never moved away from that one spot where he could see out the door.
Heart problems took a toll on him and we lost him in 1999. I still grieve for him and wish that I could have him back just for one more day. Just one more time to hear him laugh. To hear his say Goodnight, I love you (which he did every night of our lives). To hear him just one more time sitting and talking to me.
Daddy loved his children and his grandchildren. My biggest regret is that he was not around to enjoy all his great grandchildren. He would have adored them.
Happy Father's Day, Daddy.
