It's so hard dealing with him being gone.
It will have been ELEVEN years.
That is over half my age.
I was seven years old when he died.
I was angry at one point, when I was told that it was suicide, and not just an accident.
And I have cried on countless nights, missing my Daddy.
He was a country boy.
A military man.
A gentleman.
A boxer.
A pool player.
A prankster.
And a DAMN good father.
He taught me how to ride a bike.
To not be afraid of daddy-longlegs.
How to fish.
We watched The Matrix together.
Played video games.
And every time he made me a bowl of cereal, he would take one piece off the top.
He was a man who loved me more than life itself, and would have done anything for me.
I have even heard crazy stories of how protective he was of women!
He was my Daddy, and no one will ever be able to replace him.
I love you Daddy.
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