I knew my dad for just a short 15 years; he was taken from me when I was most vulnerable and a time when I needed my dad. He was a great man, at least I knew him long enough to see that, he was such a good person. He cared about people he never met before; someone would come to him and tell him they needed some gas to get home because of some hardship, and my dad would pump gas into their tank, without asking for money. Most of them never came back to pay, but that never changed the way my dad treated strangers.
He was taken from us way to early in life. He was such a good man that he deserved to be in a better place than this. He knows where ever he is that we still love him and we still think about him, he will never be forgotten as long as I live. I did have the opportunity to spend time with my dad, we went fishing a lot and I went with him to his friend's body shop, while he worked, just to be with him.
After my dad passed away, all of the time I was growing up, even when I was in the Air Force, and in college, I always felt that something was missing in my life. Even now when my friends talk about their dads, I get that same feeling. He was just 49 years old when he passed away.
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