On November 1st, my father passed away. My sister said it perfectly when she said he was our father, but not our "daddy." And even though we haven't lived in the same town since 1983, I feel a piece of me has been taken away.



George moved back to his homeland in 2005 with is wife of 20 years. They had lived in Greece off-and-on since 1983. I am very thankful that Riley and I were able to visit them last year (Summer 2007) for a few weeks.

Dad, I loved you a special way and I'll see you again someday.