Sept 11, 2004

It was four years ago today that Dad was hit by a drunk driver and killed. I think about Papa all the time. Little things remind me of him. When we were at the fair in July there was a guy who man telling stories and doing some great sound imitations. Dad would have loved that. Drew loves to remember when he was roofing the garage right after Jacob was born and Mom and Dad would sit on the upstairs porch and watch him. Dad marveling at Drew’s skillful handling of the hammer. I really miss my Papa Bear!