To say I miss Dad is inaccurate, but there are no words. Tattoo (my Dad) passed away on September 29th. Below are a few of my favorite pictures...the first one was taken at Snow Mass and the second one was on Mom and Dad's honeymoon. I could write a book on the kind of man he was. He had a wonderful life and he left it surrounded by all of us girls. It was very emotional to say the least, but it was how he wanted to go. We love you, Tattoo.
Little William doesn't quite comprehend what has happened. He thinks Heaven is a place you go...like to the lake or to the park or to someone's house. At first, he kept asking if we could go to Heaven after his nap or after school or whatever. I would explain that once you go to Heaven, you don't get to come back and that I hoped he didn't go for a long long time. One day while he was coloring, he randomly told me he was kind of sad because Tattoo was already in Heaven. Maybe he finally gets it more than I realize.
