My Dad, Thomas Neal McCracken, died in 1974

when I was 20. He missed out on so much of my life

that I hardly knew him.

But when he was around, I loved him with ache that still

burns in my heart. He always told me how pretty I was, and called me his little princess,

and just made me feel special.

I miss him, but will see him again one day.

I have a brother that was born in Texas that I have never met. I spoke with him

on the phone the day my grandma died. That was it. Don't even know his first name.

My Dad was married 5 times and had four children. One by each of 4 wives. I am the only girl.

I miss you Daddy.