Happy birthday up there dad ! It's been two years and the pain doesn't get any easier.  I wish I could call you or you can call me again and ask what the boys are up to . Aidan is driving now and about to graduate and Oliver is doing amazing in school and about to have a performance at the end of next month ( I know you would get a kick out of that ) we all miss you so much . Every garage sale the boys see they always talk about you and the joy the 3 of you had going through treasures together.  I hope you are enjoying all the lemon meringue pie up there ! Thank you for visiting me in my dreams with a hug and jokes . I really needed it. 

Dad.  This hurts more than anything  or more than what I could ever say .I miss you every day more and more . You were always my strength and the one who could calm me no matter what . You were not a man of many words , always very quiet but the words you did have always had an impact and still do . Growing up you always told me to just be myself and don't worry what others think which I now tell my boys and bonus daughter .I knew I could always look to you for your dry humor or quick wit to lighten any situation . I remember always going to garage sales are swap meet to sell with you . I always got a deep fried corn dog and the task of " go find something really good " while on the way of getting our lunch . No matter what it was you always treated it like it was a treasure and so proud . I remember my first horrible hair cut and you telling me well at least you are not bald and you bought me hair chalk to turn it into a cool style ..hot pink. Mom hated it lol. Which you thought was hilarious. You were always there for mom no matter what . No matter what you and mom went through you both were always there for each other .  When we were kids and Johnny wanted to learn to cook you were always proud of him and what he came up with and even into adult you would call me to tell me what he made and how good you thought it was . You were always so proud of all of your kids for each of our own things . Each of us could all tell many many stories where you made it known you were proud of us. Growing up on  Every Valentine's day without fail I would always find a card and a box of chocolates from you always on my bed when I got home from school.  I now do the same for my boys and bonus daughter .  Every fire truck we see your grandbabies are always thinking of you and saying grandpa would love that . Aidan collects coins because of all the ones you showed him and all the stories you told the boys about the ones you found . Thank you dad for being the best dad and giving me a lifetime of memories that I will always cherish . I love you more than words can say . My heart isn't ready and never will be but your wings were .. I will look to the sky for the dry jokes/ comfort  and love when I need them the most . 

Love you always , Jennifer 

Grandpa holding Aidan for the first time .

My husband and me had a wonderful life together. He was a wonderful father to our six children. he always had timed to listen to me, and also to the kids. he never forgot to say he loved me.

he loved to take me and kids to Disney land. we all enjoyed it. 

When i worked the P.M.  he would watch the children after working a full day. I will always love that man.

My Dad.  I love and miss him so much.  He was our rock.  Always there for us kids, no matter what.  And funny!  Well to some...........

I will never forget Dad used to have Sunday and Monday's off work.  On Monday afternoons he would pick me up at school and we would go see a matinee complete with popcorn, soda and candy.  Dad fell asleep at the movies every single time.  Dad snored.  Loud.  I had to elbow him to get him to wake up.  And weirdly enough, even though he slept through half the movie, he always knew the plot and what happened in the movie!

Now high school boys were a an issue.  Dad worked at a furniture store during my high school years.  He always, always had a table leg under the seat of his car.  Why?  Well when he saw me walking with a  boy out to his car, then the boy got in his own car and drove away a bit on the fast side, dad would take this table leg and hang it out the driver's side window, swinging the table leg and yelling to the boy..  He would catch up to this boy and threaten him to not date his daughter or go fast (while he was going fast to catch up to the boy).  I remember the faces on these poor boys.  Fear was an understatement.   Needless to say, I did not have many dates in high school.   And would not change it anyway.  I felt Dad's love and protection back then (and still do), and knew that no one was going to be good enough for his little girl, me.  I am so honored to have had that unconditional love from my Dad.

I loved Uncle Bob. He helped me when I was a kid and stood up to me parents when I was going to be spanked for something that I didn’t do. He was always gracious to me and when I went over to visit my Aunt and Uncle with my two young boys Uncle Robert would tell me how proud of me he was. RIP UNCLE BOB!