December 27 always is a difficult day for me because my father was the most special person in my life. From the time I was a little girl he was my hero and till the end of his life he was the only person who truly loved me as I was. He always had faith in me, even when I did not.
I have never known a more remarkable person then my Daddy!
Here’s a brief history about my father. He was born in 1918 and lived in Tennessee. When he was a little boy of six years old, in the year 1924, his mother, told him to take his two little brothers and sister and find a way to survive. There were no social services at that time. My father did get out and took care of those little kids; they slept in barns until he became…
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