My daughter misses her Dad's father

That love for little angels; the way his hands pump sweets and goodies to little children in ever flowing generosity-thats my daddy dear

Daddy am I to our baby Christina, who was born on Christmas day. She makes funny sounds and weird gestures with her eyebrows and I couple past with present with imagination as the bonding glue.

Daddy would have played with her endlessly; he would have sure trimmed his brushy mush at the faintest cry of our baby as it responds to the pricky rough hair over his lips. His modus operandi would have been ATTENTION UNLIMITED and it would have edged ours out.......... yea, dad's care can never be matched by anything/anyone that lives and has its being

My dear daughter, look at your grandfather-he is yonder, above the skies; the likeness of his is just a picture as this