This is the last photo of him. He died a few short weeks later.

It’s been 20 years today that my dad died at the young age of 43. We had just moved cross-country from San Diego to a very small town in Virginia. I’ll never forget that day, his last words to me, or the way he use to make me laugh. Life is fragile, in a blink of an eye you can be taken from this earth. My dad died leaving my mom behind with three young children. I was 11, my brother Chris was 9 and my baby brother was only 18 months. Somehow, my mom found the strength to raise us, go back to school, and become a nurse.

My dad was and still is my hero. He was proud to be an American, he served his country till the day he died. My daddy was a Chief Warrent Officer 3 in the US Navy when he died, he was buried with honors and is sleeping peacefully up in Virginia. He’s my guardian angel and I will always love and miss him. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think of him.

Once again I’ve failed to put up a completely Wordless Wednesday post. I thought the extra words were needed.


Hey there, I’m Tiffany! I’m a work-at-home mom of two rambunctious children (Jasmine, 9 + Sean II, 5) and recently widowed at just 35 years old. I've remarried and currently live right outside of Baton Rouge in Denham Springs, Louisiana with two adoring cats and a dog. Let's connect on Twitter @fabulousmomblog.


  1. My Dad has been gone over 36 years. I will all ways miss him and my Mom. I think of how they would have enjoyed the grandchildren.

  2. I can remember doing this growing up as well. Great pictures which I’m sure bring wonderful memories for you.

  3. Lynn Revels

    How did I miss this. Wow, the top picture chucking corn would be the last one taken of daddy. His birthday is coming up. : (.

    • You silly city girl. It’s ‘shucking’, not ‘chucking’. I know mom. I cherish this photo!! I miss him a lot, every day.