One wife who is still as lovely as the day you first met.
Two granddaughters who are growing up as beautiful as their lola.
Three grandsons who are delightfully charming in differing ways.
Four grown up kids who strive their best to make their parents proud
Five months and four years since you said goodbye.
But I'm still counting. At times, I still tear up in sadness.
I still speak of you so people will remember, because I will never forget.
And I can never stop missing you.
Have a blast in heaven Daddy.
Today you would have been seventy-three.
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