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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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schism982
Aug. 19th, 2012 10:36 pm (UTC)
Condolences
I'm a huge fan of your writing. I just noticed this post today while looking up fics to re-read.
I am so sorry for your loss. Family is more than blood, and fatherhood is more than genetics.
Your children might not remember him, but they could come to know him through your stories and memories. It's inadequate for me to say that right now, but writing down stories about my deceased loved ones helped me.
::hugs::