Robyn, My Pink Stamper, issued a challenge for the remembrance of September 11th. She said to make something honoring people that serve our community.
Well, on February 12, 1996 my amazing father was killed in-in-the-line-of-duty while serving a warrant. In a blink of an eye my entire world was turned upside down. Every February 12th, my heart breaks a little in remembrance of that day.
I named my wonderful son after him, and to him my father is "Grandpa". The hardest and most difficult thing is trying to teach my son how wonderful his Grandpa was and have him get to know him through pictures. I think the loss of my dad made me into the picture taker and scrapbooker that I am today.
When my son was 5 weeks old we took him to the Peace Officers Memorial ceremony. I never go to these because they open too many wounds, but I wanted him to witness his Grandpa's name on this wonderful memorial. I made this page very simple for my son's baby book for him to cherish.