Diddy would be proud!

Those of you that know me know that I had a special name for my sweet Dad-Diddy. It was my Southern way of changing around vowels to just put any 'Ole one there that I thought worked! It was a way of telling him that I loved him and he loved it. Boy...I sure do miss him. I miss his hugs, his mustache that tickled you when he kissed you on the cheek, holding his hand, calling him on the phone, talking about anything and everything, traditions, hearing about his new favorite restaurant, having him keep the peace, golf, our old house, new gadgets, and the list could go on and on. Dad brought so much to our family and the void still is felt by his absence. I hate that he can't be here to have the relationship with his grandchildren. He would have loved watching them play and crawl up into his lap. "Bob-o, watch this!", I can hear them say to him. What a heritage we have to pass to our kids from their precious grandfather, Bob-o. A man that loved traditions and a good sappy movie more than any other man that I have ever met. We remember him today, the fourth year anniversary since his death. I have thought about him practically every day since that awful day and I can't imagine that I will ever stop. That's the mark on true relationship! The kind that doesn't fade with days, months or years. I hope to make him proud by passing on the lessons to Emma that he taught to me. I miss you, Dad!