Thirty-Six years ago on December 7, 1975 my youngest daughter was born. There were problems during my labor and they had to do an emergency C-section. They transferred my daughter to another hospital across town and put her in NICU not knowing if she would live through the night. We got to bring her home a couple of days before Christmas and so the Christmas of 1975 is very special to us. Well now she is all grown up and married to a US Soldier stationed in Alaska. I have not seen her since Dec. 17, 2009. My dream is to hold her in my arms and hug and kiss her again. Since we are on a fixed income there is no way we could go ourselves. I love her very much and miss her terribly.
