12 Years Ago Today...

was probably the saddest day of my entire life! My dad died at the age of 52. I've said it before, but it seems some days like it was just yesterday that I was spoiled by him - I was always a daddy's girl. It also seems like forever that he has been gone and I am missing so many things about him. I am deeply saddened that my girls won't get the chance to know their "Papa Pat", but I tell them many things. Madi can always tell you that his favorite color was yellow. He would have loved his granddaughters so much and I know he is watching over them everyday! I know he is watching over me too. Hugs and kisses to my dad - you are forever missed!