My daddy’s dying

I started this blog to help me remember my dad as he begins the journey of leaving this world and going to Heaven. The doctors say it could be a year or less. We don’t know. What I do know is that he spent my entire childhood preparing me for this moment. He would tell me not to visit him in the end as he didn’t want that to be a memory of mine. I was 6,7,8,14,15,16 and he would say the same thing. Eventually I will be able to document my memories enough that those reading will get to know my daddy who I call Hippy. I was around a lot of violence as a child and violent death. He never wanted to add to that. Now that I am 39 and my father is beginning his journey into Heaven all I can do is remember him. I don’t want to see him. I want to close my eyes and remember him running that goofy run to grab me and throw me in the air!  I saw this today and it made me think of all those talks we had when I was a child. 


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