My father, Talvage Cross, Jr., made me but didn’t raise me, I did love and respect him and he even walked me down the aisle on my wedding day in 1990. He’s dead and buried in Cincinnati, Ohio and there are times that I think about him but not usually on Father’s Day. The only time my sons saw him, he was in the casket and they were too young to remember the flight to Ohio let alone his funeral. I do regret that my sons never got a chance to meet either grandfathers, both of which are deceased.
My sons will never know the 2nd generation granddaddy love but they will always know their
My husband has an awesome relationship with them and for that Father’s Day will always be special for them but more importantly special to me!