Phebe always had been daddy’s little girl.  But one day when she came back from a birthday party, he was gone.  He had suddenly died.  Phebe ,who was barely nine, never got the chance to say goodbye.

She gets most of her memories of her dad out of stories and pictures.  But as she gets older, the real memories start to fade.  So she wanted a necklace with her name in her dad’s handwriting, to show how proud she is to be his daughter.  Unfortunately she couldn’t find anything where he wrote her name on.  What she did find were shopping lists and written bills from when her parents built their house.  Out of these notes, Phebe chose the most beautiful letters of her name.  And with some cutting and pasting I was able to compose her name , written by her dad.

Pride
Pride
Pride