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.