Growing up my dad & I fought like cats & dogs!!!
We were so alike it was scary!!!!

When I turned 17/18 our relationship began to get better. Little did I know I would only have 5 more years with him.

Just when we were beginning to relate like adults, I lost him to lung cancer. Of course all those times fighting--telling him I hated him--it all came back to haunt me.

But I did tell him I loved him & was sorry. And he cried.

It will be 17 years this August.