Dear Dad

Once again it's August 28th, and another year has passed. It's now seven years since my dad passed away. I still miss him, but more than that I miss the fact that he didn't really get the opportunity to know the boys. I know he would have been so proud of them, he always spoke about "my grandsons" with such pride in his voice, even when illness prevented him from interacting with them. We think about you often, dad. We remember you, and we love you. xox