Those we loved are never really lost to us. We feel them in so many special ways...
Through friends they always cared about and dreams they left behind. In the beauty, trust and humor they added to our days. In their words of wisdom and faith we still carry with us. In memories of times together that never will be forgotten...
... How I'd love, love, love to dance with my Father again.I've always loved this song by Luther Vandross and Richard Marx. It continues to bring a smile to my face as memories of my dad fills my heart. I miss you, Dad.
I love to travel, ski (snow and water) and bike. I also enjoy photography, art and drinking great wine with fine foods and good friends. This blog is a result of my renewed interest in digital scrap booking as a way to document research on my family history.
If you are related to the Wisconsin Ohls, I'd love to hear from you.