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Thursday, June 26, 2003, the world changed. Early that morning, the one man who meant more to me than any other man left this world behind. My dad was 75. Looking back, I can't see any bad times. No, things weren't always rosy, but I just can't see those days anymore. Daddy worked hard for many years. I admit we weren't always as close as the ideal father and son, but I always knew he loved me. He was always there for me, no matter what. In the last few years, we became much closer. I look at our time together and see a bond forged over the 35-plus years we had together. Fishing trips, home projects, even watching TV together will hold a special place forever in my heart. I hope that, somewhere along the journey, I have learned to be at least half the man he was to me. And while his journey may have come to an end, he still travels the road with me in spirit. |
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