I will not say goodbye to my father. No I will say We Will Meet Again. Because I know that when I go and my time here is up. You will be standing there at those Golden Gates waiting for me. Then you will take me by the hand and we will walk through the together as father and daughter. I love you my father and nothing will ever change that.

My life was blessed because of you. Love Always your Baby Girl.

My sister, brother, and I will never forget walking into that room and seeing our father gone. It's one of those moments that stay burned into your mind forever. The way his skin was cool to the touch.

He was a fighter his whole life, and durring the 3 months he was there he fought his hardest to stay here with us. The fight was just to great and he passed on.

As a child i can remember the bad times. But... I chose to remember the good time best and more.

Dad watching me and my brother playing outside in the dirt. Taking us to Clarks Hill durring the summer. How he would fall asleep and the geese would curl right up to him. Chucky Cheese when we had the extra money to go. Dad dancing on the table to Michael Jacksons Thriller. Oh how he could always make us laugh.

My father wasn't one to sit back and have the world handed to him. No he was the one who was going to take it on head first. He worked his whole life. Was never one to complain about being sick. He always got up and went to work.

Four years later we were living in a big two story white house in S.C. My mother went into labor with their last child. A son they would call Solomon David Washburn. The name came to my father in his sleep and he woke up my mother and told her.

My father couldn't help but to notice how much my brother looked just like him. This is my son.

My father met my mother in his early 20's while she was jogging at Susquehanna high school on the track. He once told me that it was love at first sight.

When he was 25 my mother gave birth to my older sister Valerie Washburn. He said it was one of those things you never see coming and are never really ready for. He said that he would never forget holding his daughter for the first time, because it scared the crap out of him that he might hurt her. But... From that moment on he was a true father. Wanted to do the best he could for all of us.

Not long after that I was born. While my mother and the doctors thought that my mother was going to have a boy, my father looked at my mother and said no. This is going to be my second daughter.

My father went through school as if it were a breeze. Nothing stopping him. He made many friend along the way. After high school he join the Navy. In the Navy he sailed through with flyin colors. Was told that he could have joined any section he wanted. But my father seen his life going on a different path and decided to leave the Navy. He wanted something more. And that is when he found his love of fixing and repairing things.

My Father along with his brothers and one sister grew up in P.A is a red house on Franklin Hill. He would always tell us that that was he home. I was where he went fishing and hunting as a child. That him and his brothers would walk all over that hill through the woods. He was alway amazed by nature. The beauty of it all. At that point in his life nothing ment more to him than just having fun and being a child.