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    #16
    I think we all kinda expect to lose grandparents or parents somewhere along the way, but to the ones that have lost children.....I can't even begin to imagine. Godspeed to all those that left way too soon.


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      #17
      Grew up an only child until I met my brother in the 6th grade. Sure do miss him. He's been gone 4 years now.
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        #18
        Lost my son who was a great hunting and fishing partner in 2013. It is still a struggle sometimes. Seems it is much easier to cry at the littlest things at just about any time. I still look up to him sometimes when I am sitting in a tree. He preferred a tree stand to a box blind and always wanted me to get a place with tall trees so he could sit in one. I remember one year when he was sitting in a freezing drizzle and his boots froze to the stand. I sure miss him.
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          #19
          Miss you everyday Pepaw...







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            #20
            February 19, 2016. I was washing my truck, getting ready to go out for my 30 birthday. My phone rang and I ignored it because my hands were in a soapy bucket. It rang again. Again, I ignored it. When it rang a third time I dried my hands and answered it. It was my dad. The first words out of his mouth were, "hey I got some bad family news." My heart sunk and I immediately thought something happened to my grandmother. She was getting up in age and had high blood pressure, cholesterol, the whole nine. I never could have imagined what he was about to tell me. My 30 year old cousin died in his sleep. No drugs were involved, no alcohol. He just went to sleep, and never woke up. He was one of my best friends and I miss him every day.






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              #21
              It'll be three years this June since my dad was in a fatal highway accident. My kids talk about him all the time, even though they were only 2 and 4 at the time of his passing. His facebook profile picture is him holding my oldest.

              He taught me how to fish and hunt, and every time I go out to Fort Phantom I remember another fishing trip we went on. His ashes are scattered out there. Love you, Dad.

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                #22
                My granddad and his brother "Uncle Rodger." I had the privilege of working with them daily at our shop for years. They both taught me great life lessons and they had some great examples of what not to do, lol. We hunted, fished, drank beer around the fire together many times. Both became godly men later in life after rough younger years. I miss them everyday, but I get to use their toolboxes and run their machines so the memories flow daily. This pic is our last hunting trip all together at Uncle Rodgers land in Bogata. I'll be hunting with them again someday, but I'm in no hurry!
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                  #23




                  Miss my dad everyday. One of the greatest bowhunters ever & an awesome father.

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                    #24
                    My mother committed suicide when I was 16. Found her dead on the kitchen floor. This year will be 42 years without her. Not a day goes by that I don't think about that night and how much I miss her.

                    Lost a daughter at childbirth. Angela would have been 33 this September. I've always wondered what she would have looked like and what kind of woman she would have grown up to be.

                    My grand father on my mom's side passed away in 1984. He had been a Highway Patrol Trooper from 1931-1972, retiring as a Major. He passed away two weeks before I received my acceptance letter into the DPS academy. He taught me a lot of life lessons and we spent a lot of time fishing together. A great man.
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                      #25
                      The man I was named after. He was Sheriff in Fort Davis in the 40's-early 60's before being elected as the county judge. I think of him and the example he set for me just about every day.

                      I like this picture, especially with his .45 on his hip and the cigar in his pocket.
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                        #26
                        Lost my mother 3 weeks ago. It's still hard & my father still struggles. Couldn't imagine losing a child as mentioned above. It's during these times Faith & family are important

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                          #27
                          Lost my Dad when I was 5 and my Grandpa my Jr Year in College. Both great men.


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                            #28
                            Prayers of comfort for all.

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                              #29
                              Here is a old photo of my dad. Enjoying life back in the day! Miss you Dad!
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                                #30
                                I lost my Father last month.
                                He had some heart issues that needed tending and had a really long and tedious surgery. He never pulled through. After 11 days of being on a machine with an open chest, we had to let him go. His body was too weak to fight through on its own. Its the hardest decision we ever had to make, but letting him go with his dignity and his body intact is what mattered.

                                For almost 15 years my Dad, a disabled veteran, couldn't work so it was up to my mom to put food on the table. His body was tired and he was ready to go physically and spiritually.

                                Dad has a new body now and he sure liked talking to folks. He knew no strangers. So I imagine he's up there with Jesus talking his ears off.
                                Love you Dad. Miss you every day.
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