Wylo
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This will be long. It will be non football related. It will be extremely personal to me. Read if you want. I just have to say this somewhere...
I'm about to lose a very important man in my life. This man is more my father than my real father ever will be. This is my ex wife's father. I met him almost 25 years ago. He is a gruff and loud old dude. The kind that tells semi dirty jokes to any server at a restaurant whether we've been there once or a dozen times.
He's the kind of dad that everyone should have. He carried both his daughters around singing to them when they are born. He did the same to my kids and all his grandkids. He is a provider for his family. He is a dad. All the way.
I saw this man cry 1 time. Just once. He had to put his dog down. He wanted to do it himself. It was an old dog. A golden named bud. I and my oldest came and dug the grave. Pappy put the dog down and fell into the tailgate of his truck and wept. Like a child. He wanted to be the one to do it because he was old school and couldn't stand the idea of a cold vet office.
He went into cardiac arrest last night and his brain was without oxygen for almost 30 minutes. He is in a coma here in Nashville and has 48 hours to show brain activity. Unless a true miracle happens, I'm losing my pappy.
My oldest child is in the Navy, stationed in Japan. He was contacted at 11 pm CST and was able to get leave, buy a ticket, and start his journey home to say goodbye. This man loved my oldest boy like no other. No grandpa has ever been prouder of a boy than he was when my son enlisted.
We always took a boys trip to Gatlinburg each year at the start of the NCAA tournament. Me, Pappy, one of his old buddies, my son and usually a friend of his and 3 of my buddies. We'd rent a big cabin and do nothing but watch basketball, eat, drink, and just relax for about 5 days. Those were the best days.
He's not my father, he didn't have to love me after his daughter and I divorced, but I was always welcomed into this home just the same.
I love you, Pappy. I cannot fathom a world without you. I'm glad you got to love on your grandkids for so long.
Rest well.
I'm about to lose a very important man in my life. This man is more my father than my real father ever will be. This is my ex wife's father. I met him almost 25 years ago. He is a gruff and loud old dude. The kind that tells semi dirty jokes to any server at a restaurant whether we've been there once or a dozen times.
He's the kind of dad that everyone should have. He carried both his daughters around singing to them when they are born. He did the same to my kids and all his grandkids. He is a provider for his family. He is a dad. All the way.
I saw this man cry 1 time. Just once. He had to put his dog down. He wanted to do it himself. It was an old dog. A golden named bud. I and my oldest came and dug the grave. Pappy put the dog down and fell into the tailgate of his truck and wept. Like a child. He wanted to be the one to do it because he was old school and couldn't stand the idea of a cold vet office.
He went into cardiac arrest last night and his brain was without oxygen for almost 30 minutes. He is in a coma here in Nashville and has 48 hours to show brain activity. Unless a true miracle happens, I'm losing my pappy.
My oldest child is in the Navy, stationed in Japan. He was contacted at 11 pm CST and was able to get leave, buy a ticket, and start his journey home to say goodbye. This man loved my oldest boy like no other. No grandpa has ever been prouder of a boy than he was when my son enlisted.
We always took a boys trip to Gatlinburg each year at the start of the NCAA tournament. Me, Pappy, one of his old buddies, my son and usually a friend of his and 3 of my buddies. We'd rent a big cabin and do nothing but watch basketball, eat, drink, and just relax for about 5 days. Those were the best days.
He's not my father, he didn't have to love me after his daughter and I divorced, but I was always welcomed into this home just the same.
I love you, Pappy. I cannot fathom a world without you. I'm glad you got to love on your grandkids for so long.
Rest well.
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