Today marks 23 years since my dad went to be with the Lord. One minute he was with us and the next he was suddenly taken from us in an accident that changed our family forever. My dad had drive and ambition, the kind that brings one to America to start a life. The kind that has his own business and also his art. He made spending time with his four children a priority. The last words he ever said to me were, “I love you.”
I found this precious photo of us that was taken when I was three years-old. How lucky I feel that he hired a photographer to take pictures of us together and that I still have it today to cherish. This photo says it all…I was definitely a Daddy’s girl and I miss him still.