Everyone loves this picture.  I hate this picture.  I hate this picture because I remember how I felt when I took it.  I was snapping pictures left and right on Father's Day.  When I took this one, my dad originally wasn't looking and as soon as the camera went to focus, he looked.  There was an eerie moment of stillness after the picture was taken.  Something didn't feel right.  I think I knew it was going to be the last good day of our life together. 

This picture is on my dresser.  It is my favorite.  There were so many times when he was sick and I'd leave over to kiss him goodbye and think of this picture. 

On the day of my prom, my dad got stuck working over.  Usually I didn't worry about what time he'd be home from work but on this day, I couldn't wait for him to see me all dressed up..  While I was doing my make up, he called and said he wouldn't be home before I left to take pictures with my dad so he'd meet me at the high school.  After lots of pictures and a limo ride, we finally made it to Weir High.  I looked around for my family but the gym was packed.  We all had to line up to make our grand entrance into the gym and down the paper runway.  Through the gym we went and out the back doors.  When I got out there, my dad was standing out there.  He was crying and he hugged me.  He said, " You look so pretty.  I wish my mom could see you."  I think that was really the moment where I realized how much my dad loved me. 

I think about that day almost every day of my life.