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Sunday, December 6, 2009

In Loving Memory

Everyday I think about you,
and I wish that you were here.
I think about the things we'd say,
and the memories we'd share.
I think about the man you were,
and all that you stood for.
I hope that one day I can live up to
The man that I adored.

Dedicated to my beloved father on what would have been his 60th birthday. 

1947-2003

Rest in peace
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  • RoBo's Avatar
    Posted by RoBo Thu Aug 14, 2008 10:52am PDT

    Aw...I'm sorry...i know how hard it is to lose someone...jus recently I lost a best friend to a car accident...it was posed to be our senior year together this year...now there's not a day that don't go bye that i don't think bout him and how i wish he hada listened to me that nite...but I know I'll get to se him again and that's what gets me thru....i miss him so much!!!! RIP Chad...I love you!

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  • jolie's Avatar
    Posted by jolie Thu Aug 14, 2008 11:01am PDT

    SORRY....NOW I FEEL LIKE I WANT TO CRY...I MISSED MY DAD TOO.

    THANKS.

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  • DimplesDee's Avatar
    Posted by DimplesDee Fri Aug 15, 2008 8:48am PDT

    Sorry about your lost, and I know how you feel. I love my dad more than anything and no man could ever compare.

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  • Bedazzler's Avatar
    Posted by Bedazzler Mon Aug 18, 2008 11:44am PDT

    Thank you all for your nice comments. My Dad was my best friend, and I loved him more than anything in the world. I felt like part of me died with him. I have learned to remember the good times and be around the ones I love as much as possible. His memory will live on.

    Robo, I am sorry for the loss of your friend. That is never an easy thing to go through. You are in my thoughts.

    Thanks again! :)

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