Today I remember my father Lawrence William Smith and brother Steven James Smith. Both were taken from us suddenly. It has been almost 12 years since Steve died and almost 3 years since dad passed away. Steve was so full of life and it was tragic to die so young. As Kenney Chesney said, "It ain't fair you died to young, like a story that had just begun but death tore those pages all away." I wished my girls would have got to know their uncle Steve. Dad was never the same after Steve died. When I am outside at night I think of dad and the stars. He could look up at any time and know what was up there and where. I miss them both so very much. There are so many things daily that remind me of them. I would also like to say thank you to all those who serve this country. Thank you to Dave who served and thank you to my brother-in-law Stuart who is currently serving proudly in Italy with the Navy. I know I enjoy all of my freedom's today because of the sacrifice many men and women paid before I was even born. I am proud to be an American.
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I didn't know you guys had a blog. Awesome! I can't believe it's been 14 years. I hope Ashton finds you. Kelsi turns 18 this Dec. Hope she finds Matt. So much to look forward too.
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