Papa, Miss you so much. I hate that you have missed everything in my life. By first broken bone, my first day at a new school, my first day of middle school. My first dance, and my first musical. I also wish you could see the things that are going to happen; my first day of high school, my first, and last prom, my first really date, my marrage, but most of all, I hate that my children will never be able to meet you. I hate that they wont get to eat coco puffs with you, or watch Nascar Wrestling and boxing with you. I hate that they wont be able to walk me down the isle, or beat up the first guy that breaks my heart. You will never teach me to paint, or tell me more stories of Kansas. But I am thankfull for everything you did teach me: how to fish, how to set up a camper, how to start a fire, and be a handyman. You taught me that sickness doesnt affect the soul. You taught me to have faith and to be myself. I will miss you forever and always daddy. I love you to pieces.