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The Funeral for my dad was held January 18, 2014. I attended the funeral with 5 boxes tissues. It's my dad and I will never see him again until I get to heaven. Every single living soul there was crying so it was a puddle of sadness. I felt like dying just right then. I don't know why I just did.
Hopefully my dad is up there with Grandma Gertrude. I love you dad. R.I.P
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I'm Sick of It!!!!
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