My father was a huge part of my life growing up. He was always there for me. He understood me. He hung out with me and spent tons of time with me and Zachary after he was born. He was truly a wonderful father. He taught me to cook. How to take care of a home. He was my idol, my rock, my favorite person in the world. He died nine years ago and not a day goes by that I still don’t feel his presence in my life. He would have been 67 this year on June 9th..today. It breaks my heart to know that because of a car accident he is no longer here to be a part of my life and my childrens life. They do know who he is though..I have several photos of him around the house and the kids all know he is their Grandpa. He will always be around in one way or another.
Myself, Zachary and my father, Walter – January 21, 2000 – My birthday…
only a little over a month before his accident and two months before his death. My father and myself in 1978 – After we moved into our T-ville home.
I think this one is from 1979 at my Grandmother’s house at Christmas maybe?
I can’t remember exactly the event. My Barbie is kissing my father’s cheek.
Dad sleeping with Zachary, August 1996 – Zachary was two months old.
Zachary and my father with him at about 6 months old..he got big fast!
I love this picture because they are both wearing white t-shirts and grey sweat pants.
Zachary and Dad on the front steps enjoying some popcorn while my father was working on
something ..I think the front door. Zachary loved spending time with his Grandpa.
He was always with him and truly loved him with his entire heart.
This was only a few months before his death.
I love you Daddy and I miss you dearly. My God hold you in his arms and keep you enveloped with our love forever.