In October of 2005, Paul, Analice, and I went to Pumpkin Junction. Paul was off work because he'd been in a minor vehicle accident and had a hurt neck. I am now so glad he went to the pumpkin patch with us because six days later he was stabbed, and died the following day. These are the last pictures I have of him. These are the last memories his daughter will have of him, as far as pictures to look at and stories to hear.

This is Analice, having lost her first tooth today! A happy moment! But of course it is bittersweet because Paul isn't here to see it. Not here to have her wait for him to get home and say, "Daddy, I lost my tooth!"