Today I buried my Daddy. He was my best friend, my confidant, my knight in shinning armour. I miss him so much I dont think I can bear it. He was such a joy all my life. He was always smiling and always helping others with anything they needed. Daddy was always there for me as I was divorced and he let me lean on him and was a father to my children when thier own father deserted them. He was a great man and will be missed so much. Now I must do everthing that comes with death as my mother and brother are disabled and unable to help. Praying that I am strong enough for the days ahead. I miss being able to talk to Daddy about my cares and concerns and his special wisdom that he always had. Daddy was a great christian man and raised me in church which I am so greatful for. I know he is hevan watching over us but it is not the same as having him here with me. I cant believe he is gone. Poor Daddy has Lung cancer and a bad heart. He underwent radiation and after that he went downhill from there. We were gonna bring him home with hospice but the poor thing never made it home from the hospitlal. Daddy had a grandfther clock in his living room for years. The darn thing would not work, he had messed with it and messed with it and could never get it going. Well the day after he passed the clock started chiming for quite a while. I was shocked and stopped and said Daddy is that you? I never believed anything like that before but now I do. I know he is with Jesus talking and visiting with relatives. I hope he knows how much I love and miss him, Rest in peace Daddy dearest. Rest in peace.