Patrick T. Lording

Dad, I never felt like a guest at your place - it always felt like home. So it feels odd signing your "guestbook". You were the brightest light in my life until that dreadful day, April 13, 2010. Actually Dad, I just calculated in my head that we had 15,805 days of life together on this planet, counting the 14th. I sure count that day; I feel like you knew I was there with you when I arrived at the hospital that day. You sure gave me that "loved" feeling when I held your hand and spoke...