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The king is dead

The man that helped raise me died on Sunday.  Calling him my stepfather isn't enough.  He was my dad and I love him.  He had been sick a long time. 

This man walked me down the isle when I got married.  My kids called him Granddaddy. 

They won't remember him.  They're too young.  It hurts my heart. 

Thank you so everyone who has checked in on me recently.  I've had a great deal of things going on.  It's been hard for me to write anything.  I appreciate you all very much.  All my love to you. 

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n_your_eyes
Aug. 1st, 2012 01:41 am (UTC)
I'm so sorry. My heart goes out to you. Your dad sounds wonderful, and no one can take away your memories!