I was very young when my parents divorced. We were living in Indiana at the time then I moved with my mother to Connecticut. I got to see my father, Larry, on summer vacations and holidays. I had always been a 'daddy's girl' and treasured any and all time I could spend with him. We were as close as could be and I could confide in him (especially when it was something I didn't want mom to know!) Sadly, he lost his battle with cancer on June 21, 2005. Not a day goes by that I don't think of him. I fondly remember my first trip ever to Wrigley Field with him. I remember his trip to Connecticut to see me perform in one of my many dance recitals. I remember relaxing on the front porch swing talking to him for hours about nothing and everything. I remember having his hand in mine when he drew his last breath. Every day is Father's Day for me and I am truly blessed to have had such a wonderful father.
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