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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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cappy712
Aug. 1st, 2012 03:12 am (UTC)
My heart goes out to you and your family in this time of sorrow. I pray that you have the strength to make it through each minute, minute by minute. May you have the peace that passes all understanding during this time and in the days to come.

They will remember him as you talk about what you did with him. God bless you and know that you are in my prayers.