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Today has been 4 years since my Dad passed away. :( I miss him so so so much! Things just aren't the same without him. Just thought I'd share some memories/things I miss about him!

I miss his smile and his laugh...He could always make me laugh!

I miss hearing him sing and play the guitar...the last time I heard him sing was Thanksgiving 2005, a few months before he died. He was always so insecure about singing, but he had a beautiful voice. He used to sing and play the guitar to my sister and me all the time when we were little; it's one of my favorite memories.

I miss his Saturday morning breakfasts! He'd always get up early and make a BIG breakfast for us-eggs, bacon, fried potatoes, biscuits and gravy...his biscuits and gravy were my absolute favorite! Man, I miss that!

I miss practicing my pitching with him. He was basically my pitching coach, and the one who made me as good as I was! He pushed me hard and made me practice even when I didn't feel like it. We spent so many hours practicing....I miss those days.

I miss picking out our Christmas tree with him and decorating it. He always had to have the perfect tree! We'd spend hours at Hubers tree farm to find the right one! He really got into decorating for Christmas-I guess that's where I get it from.

It really makes me sad that if I have kids one day, that they won't know their grandpa. He really would've made the best grandpa! He loved kids.

But I know I'll see him again one day....I know he's happy, and I'm really just sad for myself because I miss him! He's in a much better place!

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  1. Oh Lindsay, that just breaks my heart. I'm trying to not cry right now. I'm so glad you have wonderful memories of your dad. Thanks for reminding me to appreciate mine.

    Nicole

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