It's been a week since my Daddy died. I don't know the exact moment he died since he was out at the farm feeding the animals. I know it was after 7 p.m. but before 8:30. My Mother and our dear friend, Neilan, found him as he was walking to the goat pen. We've found out so much about him this last week. We have discovered that not a day went by that he did not try to help someone in some way. He loved life and most of the people he met everyday on his journey through it. Today has been tough for me but I am blessed by the memories I have of growing up with a wonderful father. Not everyone gets to have their Daddy for 48 years. I was blessed. I miss you Daddy to the moon and back and I know Mom does too.
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