My Dearest Daddy , I Love You And Miss you so very much. This poem your grandaughter Sara wrote Grampa When I told Grampa I loved him,he would ask me why. What a silly question I would think. Now I understand-my reasons finally came to mind; the fact that if he doesn"t see you for awhile, he never stops loving you-not one time. Always telling me that if anyone messes with me, that they would have to go through him because I'm a Barbee. Reminding me where I came from, making sure I'm proud to be of his relation, playing name tricks is what gave him his satisfaction. He would want us to know that we never stand alone He'll be with us. Telling us he loves us- in his usual stong tone. Make sure you listen. Forever in my heart, (your grand-daughter) Sara Hatter

Robin Hatter ( your baby )

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