Today is the 15 year anniversary of my daddy's death.
It makes me sad in so many ways. He was not there to walk me down the isle, he'll never meet his grandson, he is not here, yet, he is.
As my little pooh bears aunt, I fully intend on continuing the insane tradition of using Old Shep as a lullaby, just as my fathers mother did for him when he was a wee laddy. Ya, I don't know why either, I guess it's just my way of instilling some sort of tradition from our dad.
So, in honor of my daddy and my soon to be nephew, I give you Old Shep.
I love you daddy.