Over the years I have never forgotten his smell, the way he walked or his voice. I will catch a hint of his smell (old spice and soap) and will literaly turn to follow it, in a misguided loop to a scent connection that holds my heart. I love to think of him watching me be a mother and how I have become so different and yet so similar to him. I loved my father very much, he will always be in my heart and will be a part of my children's lives. I often talk with my George about his Grandpa George and who he was. I am grateful for the plan of salvation that allows me hope and strength to remind me that there is more then just this life and that I will be with him again.
I love you Dad!