Dear Pap, Today marks 7 years since you went to heaven. I remember July 26, 2001 like it was yesterday. I remember holding your hand and you squeezing it 3 times, our symbol for I. Love. You. I remember watching the monitors that surrounded you and I remember pleading with God for a miracle. I remember not wanting to say "goodbye" yet having so much to tell you before I knew that I would never have the chance again. I had to tell you how much you mean to me and how much I care for you and love you and would miss you when you were gone. At that moment in time, I couldn't begin to fathom the extent to how much I would miss you. You were not only the father figure in my life, but you were my Dad. You drove me to preschool and picked me up in the afternoon with candy in your pocket, a new toy in the car, or a bowl of watermelon at home. You walked me to the bus stop with Cindy dog, the Seighman's cat, and the ducks and chicks in tow. You taught me to fish. You told me stories from WWII and Korea. You taught me to drive. You taught me about friendship, forgiveness, trust, and love. You were a role model and best friend. I am thankful that I had 17 years with you. They were the best and while life will never be the same without you in it, I hold on tight to the memories that I have of you and I pray that I never forget any detail of your presence, your voice, your smell, your laughter, or your touch. A lot has changed in 7 years. Time has not healed the pain that I feel each day because I miss you so much and my broken heart has not yet mended. I live each day for you and hope that the decisions that I have made and the woman that I have become has made your proud. I love you with all of my heart and will see you someday...
Roy L. Franklin
January 20, 1925 - July 26, 2001
My Pap and me :-)
