So, I'm at a point in my life where I have a husband, and a child of my own. I am now out of the Marine Corps, and my husband, Ryan, recently reenlisted. We live in North Carolina now, but we will be moving to California at the end of the month. I never thought my dad wouldn't have walked me down the aisle. I never thought my dad wouldn't have seen me graduate high school, or boot camp, or even college. I never thought my dad wouldn't be able to meet his first, and quite possibly only grandchild. He would have loved Ryan (my husband), and Vinson (my son) would have been the apple of his eye. I see so much of my dad in my husband, and it's sad to say, but I guess that's why I married him lol! Between the isms, the dedication to the classics, the love of old cars... Ryan's almost like an echo of my dad. It's taken me a very long time to be able to come to terms with his loss. The first time I truly cried was in 2011, and here I am, shedding more tears. Probably because I reunited with his sisters, my aunts Betsy and Barbie. It was really nice to see them, as I hadn't seen them since my dad's funeral. I just don't want him to go unforgotten, because in my heart, I know he never will. My mom and I recall memories of the three of us... and now I can share those memories with my son. I miss you dad, like you'll never believe. I think about you every day, and I pray that, wherever you are, you can see me and smile. I hope I make you proud, dad. I love you, your little girl