Two years ago today my sisters, my stepmother and my Uncle Paul were with my Dad as he spent his last hours on this planet after fighting a 3 month battle with Leukemia.
We buried him a few days later in Stonewall Jackson Memorial Cemetery where many generations of his ancestors are buried.
Dad and I didn’t always see eye to eye on things. But we did love each other. He gave me my love of history and genealogy. This we always had in common. We had planned a research trip for the summer of 2010 that we never took.
I miss you Dad.