It was two years ago this week that Dad walked me down the isle, danced with me, and gave a speech welcoming Brendan to the family. It was also this week two years ago that I last played miniature golf with Dad. He is always in my thoughts. I miss being called Mandy! But I just wish I could sit down with him and have an intellectual conversation— I do miss those. At least the genes were passed on to his children, so we can still have those types of conversations. I thank God everyday for the amazing family that I have/had.