When I was 11 I lost a dad to heaven. Shortly after that my mom Met "Dave". I was stubborn and didn't want to "like" him. I didn't want another "dad". After mom and Dave married I still felt the same. It took me many years to accept him and truly love him. As time went on, I began to call him dad and my love for him grew. As I did this, I learned what a true blessing in my life he was. Caring for him during the last 5 months of his life was one if the greatest blessing I had the honor of being a part of. I learned how strong he really was. I learned how deeply he really cared about me and loved me. We had our "special" Fridays where it was just him and I at home. He shared stories of his youth he talked about each of his kids and his love for them. He talked about mom and how deeply he loved her. He shared his fears and his needs before he passed away. I grew to cherish this man even more. I am so very grateful to have had him in my life. I will forever treasure his memory!! I love you dad and I miss you so much every day!!! Love your daughter, Denise