Stifled giggles, impish whispers — you heard them all with your radar ears. Summers filled with swimming, baseball, treehouses; the best memories of any childhood formed under your watchful eyes. You had one child, but you created a community of children, and all of us miss you so much. Every soccer game, every sleepover — you will always be there.

I will miss the feel of your long whiskers scratching my face as you kissed my cheeks — like it was always the first time you saw me, with the smell of your Old Spice & Brut.

My Dad, my first and forever love,
Your Dimple Cheek.

I lost my mother Tracey Murchison to COVID on April 7, 2020. I am walking today, in the March to Remember, to keep her name alive! I’m walking so she will forever be remembered because she’s not just a number. She was someone I will never forget!!!

The first to call at midnight on our birthdays.
The one who never hung up first.

Sunday football,
Green Bay Packers,
New York Yankee baseball,
Hanging with #7, and St Vince.