To my bonus dad growing up. You may not be my biological dad, but you were always more of a dad to me then my own. I meant you when I was 13yrs old and you've been in my life since. We've had our ups and downs, but you've always accepted me as your daughter. You've always introduced me to everyone as your daughter. And, when I got the call from Jessica and my sisters at 11:10pm on 3/24/21 saying you were being rushed to the hospital. I started praying right away for God not to take you from us. I was not ready to lose you. I had just seen you in February and you were your normal laughing, joking, and stubborn self. Then, at 12am on 3/25/21 right as I was leaving work Jessica called me to tell me my dad didn't make it. My heart broke instantly I cried the whole way driving home. I got home packed a bag and headed to Kingman. Got to Kingman at 330am then we went up to the hospital to say our goodbyes to you. We were all crying walking up to the room they had you in. When it came to uncovering you my heart went numb and I broke instantly seeing you just laying there stone cold. Dad I love you and you will forever be missed and always live in my heart. You were always there for me growing up and I will continue to be there for Jessica and the girls and Mathew as I promised you. R.I.P. 8/30/68-3/24/21. Love you dad.