Not much I know on him, just the stuff my mom & my half brothers tell me. He loved, the drink, that’s where I get it from, perhaps. He was a trucker, until the day he died. The moments I did spent, I do not remember, except when he met his grandson, Jeromy, and his look a like. That was the last time I saw him. I got a phone call the summer of 1997, from his wife, he had passed March 27th, he had already been cremated, I was devastated. Spent 5 hours in the bathtub.
My Father
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I’m a 40 something year old woman struggling in a world that still struggles with itself. I have a few mental illnesses that I struggle with daily, while still being a mom to 2 grown daughters and a grandma to 4 grandchildren. I love music, to me, music is life. It helps me focus and create. My life has not been easy, it’s been a fight, quite literally, but I’m a stronger woman because of all of it. View all posts by mammacherbear
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