To my dad
Growing up wasn't easy but you made me a tough, smart, independent woman like I've become today.
I always wondered why and now I know.
To be tough, you must be smart, to be smart, you must be tough working independently, to be independent you have to be smart and tough.
Well your nicknames for me growing up has proof in your message.
I love you very much and I miss you more then ever as it sinks in that you're gone, but I shouldn't be sad or mad, I'm thankful that we had some hrs of alone time just you and I together to actually have a heart to heart, I will cherish what you said to me and made a promise that I will keep.
I love you, Dad,
Your "little Toughie" or Punky
I greatly loved my Grandfather more than anything. Even though we didn't see each other often due to work, I thought of him every single day. He always put a smile on my face when I was upset, he let me cry on his shoulder when I needed to, and always never failed to make me laugh with his stories and humor. Even if it sometimes embarrassed Me to the point of shushing him. (To which he laughed about)
It hurts me more than anything for him to be gone. I won't be able to hear his stories or his laugh, or have him meet my special someone. Or have him embarrass me by calling me a Goober. It feels as if a piece of my life is gone without him being in it.
I'll always cherish his memory and all the good times, the laughter, and the embarrassing moments.
I hope that he finds the happiness and all the peace he deserves, because even with all the suffering he endured— he well deserves it.
Many memories I have of the Farrer household
Always so welcoming
Those little girls I used to babysit all now strong women
The lights of both Anne and Alton’s life’s
Alton you will be missed ❤️❤️
I will miss our sarcastic banter, and the calls thinking i was lisa your neighbor. Rest in peace with aunt anne❤️love you xo
Rest in peace my friend