A friend was leaving my house tonight and saw our family picture that hangs by the door. He commented that Rick and Cam look so much alike (of course--everyone thinks so except for me) and then commented that they look more like my mom. He said I look like my dad, and that I had my dad's eyes. He doesn't know how much that meant to me. I recently discovered that my smile is exactly like my dad's genuine smile--a crooked smile. I love finding ways that I can say, "yes! I am my dad's daughter!" I miss him more than words can express.
I had an experience tonight. I know, without a doubt, my dad is watching over me. He is near and is comforting me.
"The spirit world is not far away.
Sometimes the veil between this life
and the life beyond becomes very thin.
This I know!
Our loved ones who have passed
on are not far from us."
--President Ezra Taft Benson
I'll always be your doberman.
You'll always be my favorite dad.
I love you.
