In loving memory of my daughter, Lorrae Kathleen, ( aka 'Wild Thing/Sasquatch,'
You'd be 36 years old today if cancer hadn't taken you from me, Sasquatch.
I still remember having the great Honour and Privilege of giving you your FIRST ever bath on the first day I saw you, all sweet, pink with those beautiful blue eyes that seemed to smile all by themselves.
Lucky I was wearing one those hospital gowns while bathing you though, your very unexpected 'gift' of peeing down the front of me as I lifted you ever so gently from your bath caused quite a laugh for both the Nurse and myself as we both said, simultaneously, "Baby pee for good luck."
6' tall at just 14, wearing MY size 9 boots, sorry, OUR boots as you'd call them...LOL.
One really 'wicked' sense of humour mixed in with a kind, caring loving nature and the smile that could melt the coldest of hearts, what more could any father ever wish for?
Loved you then and love you still my little 'Wild Thing.'