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Happy Birthday Dad...

Dad, 
I miss you so much, thought I'd sit down and write you a letter to tell you Happy Birthday!. How I wish we were all getting together to celebrate you, I miss the laughter, the sweetness and fun times as we all gathered around you as a family to celebrate you. A life time ago it seems we were all close as a family yet the pain of knowing your gone is all so overwhelming. Lonesomeness has set in and just moving through each day is monumental at best. You were the glue, that held us all together, and I miss you, I miss your love and I miss that connection of family held together by you. I find some peace knowing you are with my momma, celebrating your special day in heaven....I love you to the moon and stars and everymorning I say it first! My hero and King....

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