I'm sorry for your loss. Yesterday was my POP's birthday he passed away a few years ago. He would have been 62 yesterday. I miss the shit out of him. He was my rock, and always had my back but never let me get away with bullshit. Remember your Moms for all the good times and use her memories to heal your broken heart. Every time I get down about my Pops I try to remember some joke he told me, or something funny he did, or even one of those good old fashioned ass whippings that I thoroughly deserved. The loss is hard and it never goes away but it does get easier my brother stay up, and honor your mother and all the lessons she taught you by educating the babies. Be it your sons and daughters, nieces and nephews, or cousins.
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