It's been a year. Dad has been "with" me every day since his passing. So
many mornings, sitting to sip a black java I want to pick up the phone and call
my Dad. Like I did most mornings for 20 some years. It was your time Dad.
You knew it. You shared your thoughts and your love to the end. For Mom,
for your daughter, Nancy, for your grandchildren. We were blessed to have you
for so many years.
As a husband and a father, from where I sit, it was a job well done. I
love you Dad.
I miss you.
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