GARDNER, Michael

Dad, it has been one year since your passing. I think of you daily, often asking myself "what would Dad think about this or that". I chuckle when I recall the way you would mis pronounce words, or create words of your own, such as "clunker" to refer to a really large blueberry. But most of all Dad, I recall your face, voice, and the distinctive way you walked. I hope to see you on the other side Dad. I love you a lot, and miss your terribly.
Your daughter, Cheryl xoxo