The way I have delt with the death of my Daddy (13 years ago) was to make a scrapbook and take some of the pictures I had while we were on vacation or just goofing off and paste one on a page and write my own account of what was exciting that we did on the day I took the picture. I got so carried away, I started writing funny jokes he would tell me, things he would say and do. The last two years of his life, he had to go daily and take radiation and chemo. Every day I drove over 100 miles to get him and take him for his treatments. Those trips, although dreaded, I cherish because it was my
