Papa Bear

On November 19th 2009 after getting off work and heading out to see my family and pick up my son from their home, my husband left first then my son and i left 8:35pm. The next time I seen my daddy ("Stubby" Randy) was at 2am November 20th on the floor of my parent's home. My dad was dead.

My dad was my sanity, my lifeline, my everything. He still is, just in a different way. I will never forget my son and dad putting apples in their shirts, singing children's songs and telling my dad I love him. I will never forget my son trying to play peek-a-boo with my dad dead on the floor. Motorcycles, loud trucks, semi trucks, guns, crops, beer, Nascar, football; these are the things that I can't stand to see/hear still. I still have a very hard time on the 19th and 20th of the month. I still can't not cry when I think of my dad.