My dad would have been 80 today. He died Aug. 1, 1999 and I have yet to stop missing him. Whoever said time heals all wounds was full of crap.

He didn't get to see either of my college graduations, share in my joy at finding my son, or watch me succeed (for awhile, anyway) in my chosen career. The more years that go by without him, and the more milestones I pass in my life, the more I miss him and the sadder I get.

Love you always, Daddy, and miss you much.