Yeah I remember the Daddy’s Little Girl T-shirt… I think it was pink.  I don’t remember if I bought it or if your grandmother Virginia bought it.  It was the kind of thing she would buy.  Maybe we bought it together aT Sassafras Teas.  We used to like to go shopping together.  You were quite little when we bought it, like four.  I thought about making a pillow out of it, like I did for one of your brother’s favorite shirts, but I think something got spilled on it, maybe grape juice. 

When you were quite a little girl, between one and three, your father liked to put you up on his shoulders.  He would walk around with you up there and was very proud of you.  He thought you were gorgeous.  I’d come up and what was fun for me was I could see your face because I wasn’t holding you. 

Another memory is, of course, you used to sleep in the hole behind his legs and you like to climb in there and get comfortable. When you were older you would climb on his back and ride around on him. He would get on all fours and you would get on his back.  Then he would tickle you, but not inappropriately at all.   

I think he was pleased that you were a good fisher girl because his father was a good fisherman.  You would come back from fishing with one when no one got any or you would have five or six when everyone else had one, because you would concentrate and focus and be very quiet.  One time he went out with one of his favorite friends and you on his boat and you were the only one who caught anything.  His friend and he caught nothing. And that absolutely insured your reputation as a fisher person.  And the guys were chagrinned.  It was funny. 

He clearly adored you.  There wasn’t any darkness with you.  You just lighted up his life.