Me too, I still cry after all these years. My life is separated into 2 parts: before November 11th, 1975 and after November 11th, 1975. He was my champion. Have had no man in my life since then that loves, cares, and supports me, like he did. Thus, a fiercely independent woman was born.
It was a Friday evening. I was 15. I was waiting for my father and stepmother to come get me to take me to a restaurant...it was my reward for making the honor roll that quarter at school. He didn't come. The phone rang a few hours later. It was my stepmother informing my mother that my father had drown. November 11th.
Wrapped in damask and lace, she is the most beautiful and intelligent women on the forums. I think we would be genuine friends in "real" life, and I would love to share a cup of tea with her one day.
Your Dream Job
Ooo...our very own Major Tommette! That would be awesome, I agree. To see our Blue Marble from space.