It's been 26 years today since my Daddy died. I can't say it ever gets easier...I can say I don't dwell on it now though. There are even days at a time I don't think about him....but then there are little reminders....my son is left handed...he gets that from my Daddy. My kids like to read...I like to read...we get that from my Daddy. Sometimes I look at the kids and feel so sad for them that they never got to meet their grandfather. He would have so doted on his grandchildren. He didn't get to walk me down the aisle...he didn't teach me to drive...didn't warn off my high school boyfriends. But..he has always been with me and there are days I just think it's incredibly unfair that I had to grow up with out him.

I miss you Daddy....