Daddy was my best friend. He's the reason I am where I am
today, physically, mentally, emotionally. He always encouraged me
to follow my dreams and to be the best person I could be.
Explaining my relationship with him is so difficult: I find it nearly
impossible to put into words what he meant (and still means to
me). I lost him on September 15, 2004. He was killed in a
car accident in Napa Valley. Since then, my life has been
chaotic: I've found it difficult (until recently) to keep a job; I have
no energy to do things I once enjoyed; I miss him each and every
day. But it's not all bad. Some days Daddy sends me a
rainbow to let me know he's watching over me. That is always
special.
Please, enjoy some pictures:
Daddy and Baby Jemmie
Daddy and
Jemmie in the City by the Bay
Here we are outside a Swing Dancing Event
Bad
picture, Special Day. Father's Day
