willness33
Here for the memes
- Joined
- May 3, 2005
- Location
- Alexis,NC
My Dad was born 01/09/1947 in the town of Wheeling, WV. He was raised as a country kid and learned to live in the outdoors. He grew up as an avid wilderness man, a true original. Out of high school, he enlisted in the Army Reserve. This was during the Viet Nam era. Luckily, he was never activated and deployed or I might not be typing this today. 39 years ago, he married my mother. My mother, a divorcee, already had to daughters from an abusive man. My Dad adopted them and raised them as his own. They never heard from their blood father again. 37 years ago, I was born. My Dad raised me to be a thinker. Think about what you're doing, form a plan and fix the problem. My grandfather taught me the patience to use Dad's advice. Everything I know today is the direct result of those two men. If I needed advice or just someone to talk to, my Dad was there for me. If I, or anyone I knew needed help, he was there. Two nights ago, I lost my Dad to a massive stroke. He was surrounded by friends and family as he drew his last breath. As it should be. I will never be done shedding tears for you Dad and I will also never forget everything you were to me. RIP old man. You will be missed.