So many stories I haven’t gotten to,
So many stories I’ve still got to write.
Stories that are sad, poignant, funny, and true.
Stories that I will still write.

I missed my Daddy when Alzheimer’s erased me from his mind. When he questioned why I called him Daddy, I tried Dad and Father, but he was confused by those titles as well. He responded well to “Bill” but I couldn’t bring myself to call my own father by his first name. I came to call him “Mr. Bill.”
On October 25, 2011 Daddy died.

I missed Daddy.

I miss Mr. Bill.

Dear Nauri,

I'm so sorry about the loss of your Dad.  I know it is very difficult.

I lost my Mom a year ago and sometimes it feels like yesterday.

Please, be good to yourself.  Get some rest.  Take time for you.

Peace and Hope,

Lisa