I’m writing this because I need too. Excuse the errors and poor grammar. My heart is broken, my eyes are gushing and I’m devastated.
The world lost a great man yesterday. One of the greats. A man I’ve looked up to my entire life. A man that convinced me I could do anything, had the kindest heart and loved many.
A great man that used to smoke cigars and looked like Col. Sanders on the sign from KFC.
A man that homesteaded when it wasn’t cool. A man that taught me so many things about fishing and meat.
He showed me many, many things about life in general. I have so many memories floating in my head.
I was so blessed to have this kind hearted man in my life. He pushed me when I was younger, telling me it was okay to actually get good grades because I was smarter than my circumstances. He showed me love and helped me through the hardest time of my life when the rest of the family turned a cold shoulder.
He became my dad. A man I talked to about everything. I loved and respected him 110%. He was a great man with lots and lots of knowledge. He never lost faith in me and for that I will be forever grateful.
A gentle giant that loved his grits and eggs with hot sauce. A kind and caring man that was kind to so many. A man who would curl you up in his lap, no matter how big you got, to give you hugs until you felt better.
My heart breaks knowing he won’t be a phone call away anymore. It’s broken because I lost the most important elder in my life.
Fly high, where there is no more pain. Say hi to Rosie and Belle for me.