I miss you Dad.

Mom, Me, Big Sis Liza, and Dad...hanging mid 60's style at a wedding.

Dear Dad,

It's 15 years today and it still hurts just as much as it did in 1998.

I think of you often.  I wish you were around to dispense words of wisdom when I need them.  Especially concerning your Grandson.  Or when I break things or need to make things.  I really  miss your hugs.

I wish you could be here to see how Spence has grown.  He's quite the man now, but still a pain in the ass sometimes, but that's what kids do.  You'd be proud of him.  I sure am.

I wish you could have met my Honey, Martin.  You'd like him, he's a good man.  I'm sure you could have convinced him to sneak off for a banana split at the Baskin Robins across the street.  He's easy that way.

I know you'll be there along side Mom 'watching' us at the wedding, whenever that will be.  I'll be thinking of you both and wishing you guys were there.

I know you and Mom are together now, the way you guys always were.  That gives me some comfort.

Love and miss you Dad,

Donna