R.H. stepped up to the plate and set his stance. As I stood on the sideline watching my Dad with admiration, cheering "Go, RH!" every so often, I saw him turn and wink at me as he clenched the yellow wiffle ball bat between his fists. Easter mornings like these spent running, laughing, and playing with my birth father are the moments I will treasure forever and miss the most.
"Richard "RH" Thiffault, III, age 45, died Friday, June 20, 2014 at the Beverly Hospital surrounded by the comfort of his loving family." stated the obituary. Reading these horrible words motivated me into making the decision that I wanted to be remembered. Being the simple girl society viewed me as was not satisfying anymore. I wanted to make a difference. I