To my Grandfather:

You played it close to the vest, and we didn't find out until it was too late but I forgive you and miss you dearly. I wish I could hear you call me Molly McGee one more time.


To Dallas:

We didn't know you for as long as I would have liked. You made being neighbors a lot of fun. You were a bright and caring individual and you are sorely missed by all.

To Jim, my second father:

In my heart, you were my father, even if we weren't bound by blood. You fought so hard for 6 years and had your ups and downs but you never lost your wit and sense of humor even through the chemo and the pain that you experienced with it. I'm sorry I was so far away when you passed and I still mourn your passing. I love you, dad.