Friday, February 23, 2007
This is a picture of my dad in 1973. I was eight years old.
On my Birthday every year my Daddy was alive, He would always call me precisely at 12:00 a.m.. He wanted to be the first one to say, "Happy Birthday Baby!"
The last year he was with me..... we knew it was a time for us to say whatever that was on our mind and to ask questions. I asked him what stood out in his mind most about me. He said, without even having to think about it, while trying not to cry, "I knew that I wanted you so bad it hurt, before you were even conceived. When your momma told me she was pregnant with you, it was one of the happiest days of my life!"
After he past away, his friends shared with me that on my Birthday, he would still celebrate it with his friends if he wasn't with me. I know he is celebrating me today where he is now.