So blessed by someone else who lost their Dad. I know…it’s awful to be blessed that such awful grief is shared but there you go.
Yesterday made a year that I lost my dad. I shed many tears along with my mother and siblings. My dad was one of a kind. He was a quiet man who loved to laugh. Dad loved old cars, old tools, and old ways. He loved my mom and his sons.
I miss him.
All too often, I’ve wanted him back. However, as I look upon the world today, he is better off where he is. Stay in heaven, dad. We’ll be with you soon enough.
"I get knocked down, but I get up again" 
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