Missing My Dad ...

For 52 years of my life I knew without any doubt that my father loved me. He still called me his brown-eyed baby girl, long after I was a grown woman. He loved and spoiled my daughters and then their sons. He was present when two of his great grandsons were born and just adored cuddling babies. He was funny, loving, patriotic and passionate. My father was many things to many people but he was simply my dad. While I miss him in all ways large and small I have no regrets. My dad knew every day of my life that I loved him and thought he was the best dad a girl could ever hope to have.
A few photos of Dad's life HERE.