Dad, I will always be your "Mona Lisa" and Aunt Helen's "knee". I can't believe the two of you passed so close together. Don't let Aunt Helen push you around up there. Ha! I know you are singing all those old hymns again. Mom loved your voice.
I will pass on the handkerchief babies, feeding the grandkids and great-grand kids ice cream and all the other things you were known best for.
We will take good care of Mom. It was an honor to be there at your last breathe. When we meet again we can have that Father/Daughter dance and you can sing "Mona Lisa" to be again.
Love you and miss you!
Your daughter, Carolyn