Daddy always would patyou on the back if he knew something was wrong with you. Or he would take my hand and just squeeze it. The strength that came from that pat or squeeze would just make u smile cause always knew daddy was there and to tell you it's gonna be ok.   You never know what you have lost til it's gone and you can't tell them you love them or feel that pat or squeeze of your hand.   Daddy was my strength and rock to lean on.  He walked me down the isle in 1999 and said you have a good one and I knew that I had a strong man like my daddy to give that hand squeeze and hugs and pats on the shoulder.    God brings people in your life that is like the ones he takes home.   I will forever miss my daddy and his smile and those laughs