Dolly's Pinup Playhouse

I sit here in the wee hours with tears. I write this as the moments of 8 years ago are reminisced on. I lost my dad Paul 8 years ago today. I know this is my pin up page but it's also a personal space to share things as well. My dad Paul was a survivor. He survived being crushed by a car and survived somehow being with my mom. He eas made of tough stuff but as gentle as a lamb and sensitive beyond. He had eyes like mine or rather mine were his. I stared at him one day not even meaning to and i apologized for it, he said Sabrina it's ok and laughed. I held every line in his face to memory in that stare and a month later he was gone. Myocardial infarction....a heart attack. He was 58. How does one begin an homage to the person that not only created her but made her world absolutely colorful. I can only start by saying i love him more than my life. I didn't say it enough, i held sentiments like that close because i was just that person in ways a litt...