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Usually this is a lighthearted piece about all the goofy and silly things my kids have done over the month. Not this one. You see, I have had one of the worst months of my entire life. On August 10th I received a phone call from my aunt that my Daddy had died in his sleep. He just slipped away, not warning.
Well, I say no warning but in actuality we could have lost him at any time over almost 30 years.
When he was in his early 30s he had cancer.
Then it was degenerative back disease.
Lyme diseaseBrain Tumors
2 brain surgeries
Staph induced meningitis
and much much more
So much more that I can't even remember it all.
He was a disabled veteran.
But that's just the problems he had and not who he was. I am here to tell you about MY DADDY.
There are so many stories about the chaos he brought on.
Not much changed as he grew older.
He used to have girls carry HIS books in school. And of course, they would also do his homework for him.
He was a charmer. A rascal. Ornery through and through.
But he was so much more.
He was in the Air Force and was very proud of his service to his country. He had wanted to make a career out of the Air Force but my mother had issues. He was honorably discharged and they headed home.
Not much more than a month or so later, I was born.
I was told that he professed to not being nervous at all but had 2 cigarettes lit at the time.
He was a joker. A prankster.Pull my finger.
Go stand on your head and gargle peanut butter.
He could convince me of almost anything, especially when I was little.
I was his Knothead (I've always been clumsy). His Okeedoe (Oh, kid, oh!!)
He always had a smile on his face and a joke on his lips. You couldn't stay down or unhappy in his presence. You just couldn't help it.
He was incorrigible.
He was so full of life, laughter and love.
I have no idea how I am supposed to live the rest of my life without him. My heart is broken into a million pieces.
I know I will get it through it. I've been through this before. The day my Daddy died was exactly a month before the 20th anniversary of my Mom's death. It's just SO HARD.
I am trying, though. But then I will think, "I need to tell Dad....." and it hits like a ton of bricks all over again.
Heaven help me.
I have had such an outpouring of love and I thank every single one of you. You really don't know how much your kind words and <3 mean to me. THANK YOU!!!!!
Thank you to my Big Family for (literally) holding me and holding my hand.
I miss you Daddy, now and forever. My life will never be the same.
I meant to type so much more but this is even harder than I imagined it would be.