Remembering my Dad....

Its been 5 years since my biological father, Willie, passed on. It was on Thanksgiving morning at 9am when I received the call that he passed. I was right in the middle of prepping the turkey. I remember feeling shock and thinking that this is exactly what Willie would have wanted. He was a cankerous old fart and acted a bit like Ebenezer Scrouge during the holidays. Bah humbug....lol I loved that man. We met each other for the first time when I was about 21 years old. He found me and my brother in Wheatland after he recovered from a heroin addiction and found his Jesus. We became very close and spent the years that we had together as if we were never separated. He was there at my first wedding to give me away to my groom and then at my second wedding to give me away again....obviously, I wasn't meant to be given away to any one, because neither one of those marriages lasted.He gave me my very first bible and always sent me sweet birthday cards....he loved his daughter. I never doubted his love and adoration for me. I am missing him a lot and think about him more now that I am not so busy with raising all my sons . I took his ashes spread and buried them behind my house in the woods and performed a small little Celtic style ceremony last year during the fall. It is special to me to have him so close. Willie was a motorcycle enthusiast and percussionist. I saw my very first jazz show with him performing the percussions while visiting him in Eugene Oregon. Willie was not there as I grew up as a child and teenager, but he made up for the loss of time together by being there in his last years

and being a great impact on me and my sons. We called him the Paw Paw Willie and was also know as the "Silver Fox".

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