May God bless you and your...
Dear John, Marcia, Jackie & Bill,
Dads never really leave us, you know. They're always with us whether as an angel on our shoulder, a likeness of him crossing the street, riding a bike or driving a car. I know my dad visits me often... I can smell those stinky cigars he used to smoke and I know he's with me.
Love to you all.
Jan
Jan Bryk
May 24, 2005 | Matteson, IL