Dear ones lost
Wednesday was the 6th year anniversary of my father's death, died at 80. Best friend I ever had. Never will be comfortable with his death, never had a clue cancer was eating him up inside. So many stories I can tell: 3 months before his death he swam 5 miles of the Delaware River or the time he made a wrong turn and drive the truck into the same river or the time he mistook a bear for me while we night hunted coons. I guess we all lost someone, the fact we never said good bye properly is painful. Kevin's mother had her wake today as well. Somber week all-around, God Bless everyone
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