Heaven has taken Dad

I’m old enough now to understand my Dad will never come back to me. Don’t twist my words; I have great memories of this happy young and tall man, playing with me, holding me on his chest, and telling me how much he loves me. Some say I look just like him, I can not say any better because all I can remember is his great smile.

The last great memory I have of him was him calling “my grandma: mom I’m dying I can’t take it anymore…