Yesterday, Oct 24,2022, would have been my Daddy's 77th birthday.
I was a Daddy's girl (except when my Mama was around 🤣!)
He was my first encourager. My parents were told to leave me at the hospital and forget about me. He said "Not my daughter."
He helped me overcome all the limitations that were placed on me.
When I started to walk, I was a little wobbly, just a little bit.
My Daddy was a big man - he was 6'7. All my friends thought he was a giant.
He would help me walk; when I stumbled, he always caught me; usually before I fell.
Walking with him always made me feel safe
One of my favorite things to do with my Daddy was to debate him: about religion, politics, and current events. We could talk for hours.
He told me I could do ANYTHING!!!
As I became a teenager, my relationship with my Daddy got rocky. There are things we both struggled to understand about each other.
He was so proud the day I graduated from college, got married, and had the kids.
I always knew he loved me.
This picture was taken 4 days before he died.
That was the last time I ever saw my Daddy.
Hard to believe he's been gone 17 years ago.
I miss and love him every day.
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