I hate today. July 28th. In 2004 on this day, my Opa passed away from his battle with lung cancer. I still remember this day as though it happened just yesterday, everything is still so vivid. Dylan was only 5 weeks old, and I think that is part of the reason Opa lived as long as he did...so he could meet his first great grandson. I just know he is so proud of me and my family, and of his great grand-daughter he never met. I miss him each and every day - everything from his silly comments to his infectious laugh. Here are a few of my favorite pictures...
I was 4 years old here. Looking at this picture confirms that Dylan looks just like me! :)
Opa and I on my wedding day, January 25, 2003. He and my step-dad, Sammy, walked me down the aisle.
At a pub in Germany. So glad I was able to spend that trip with him!
RIP Opa. Ich liebe dich.
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