Lynda Shaw
It's 11 years since we lost you, Dad. I miss you. I miss your off-kilter sense of humor, your spoonerisms, and your amazing spirit. I miss how you would bend over backward and offer the last nickel in your pocket, or the last moment of your time, to help out a friend. Most of all, I miss your silly messages on my phone. "Hey kiddo....its me......Jay.....Jaybird.....your Dad" I miss you so much, and a day rarely goes by that I don't think of you.
~Lynda (the bratty middle kid)


