After three wild and fun filled days with wonderful friends, it was time to head back to Northern Virginia; home. But before we did we had to make a stop at Holy Sepulcher Cemetery in Philadelphia to see your Grandfather and namesake, Captain Daniel Dougherty.
Your Grandfather Dougherty was killed in a plane crash when Mommy was only 3 years old. He was an aviator in the United States Marine Corps and while flying his F-4 Phantom was involved in a midair collision; an accident that was no fault of his own. Your middle name was given in his honor. A name we know you'll be proud of for ever after. Named for a man who gave his life in service of our country, Son.
Today was yet another hot day, Boy'O, and seeing as how we would make our way to visit your Grandfather and tour around Philadelphia anyway, we made our way to South Philly for a couple of Tony Lukes "cheesesteaks wit", an order of fries, and some ice cold drinks... A fine way to end a great couple of days.
I love you, Son. My traveling man...
-Dad
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