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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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ktrisha
Aug. 1st, 2012 10:58 am (UTC)
I am so sorry for your loss. Your little ones might not remember him but they will love all of the wonderful stories you will be able to share with them. I will keep you in my prayers.