Mary Hamilton
in honor of James.
I’m still fairly new to this wonderful family, but Dad found his way into my heart from the moment I met him. He was a man of few words, yet it didn’t take long to see that there was nothing he wouldn’t do for his sons — or for my happiness. Even in these last few months, he never wanted to be a burden. He was always more concerned about what we were going through than about himself.
He insisted on buying airline tickets so Jim and I could spend Christmas with my family in Texas. And don’t even try to pick up the tab at dinner — though I did manage to win that battle once.
Someone asked me recently if I ever wished I had met certain people earlier in life. When it comes to Dad, the answer is absolutely yes.
I will miss you each and every day.
