Chapter 1

Daddy! My Daddy is simply the most wonderful man that ever lived. Daddy and I had this bond that no other two people had. There aren't words to describe what we had, but through the stories I tell, I hope that everyone can feel just a little bit of the love that has made me the woman I am today! I am writing this to remember him. I am writing this to let my daughter know who her Granddaddy was. I am writing this so everyone knows my Daddy and how much I love him!
My very first memory is of Daddy and I outside on a Sunday afternoon. It must have been spring because we were wearing shorts and there were yellow flowers (A.K.A. weeds) growing on the side of the road. He was pushing my tricycle by holding onto the handles over my tiny hands and pushing off with his feet. He would run behind me and push really hard and jump on the back steps of the tricycle. We would both go flying down the road hanging on to that tricycle. We went up the hill to my grandparents house. That was always a favorite destination of mine! However, that day, I was much more interested in zooming back down the hill with Daddy standing on the back of my tricycle! I can almost feel that breeze now. I can still hear him laughing in my ear! (Most all my memories are of us laughing) When I went inside I took my Mama a big handful of the beautiful road side flowers. She humored me and put them in a vase (A.K.A jelly jar glass). I don't remember anything else about that day, but it is one of my favorites. UMM, I just like typing this! It makes it so much more REAL.

Maybe I should have done this years ago. Maybe the grief would have been easier to cope with. Maybe not, but I have typed less than a page and I already feel GREAT!