I inherited his eyes, his coloring, and his thirst for leading edge knowledge. Like most little girls, my daddy was my first love. Although we've had our communication struggles, long silences, and intentional distances throughout the years, we were both always certain of each others love.
My dad passed away 9/29/08. The last thing we talked about was my book. The last words we said to each other were, "I love you."
It's not only all there is to say, it's all any of us really ARE. And isn't that, after all, what our doggies are always so easily connecting us to and reminding us of... just pure love?
Happy birthday, Daddy