March 17, 2009 was not a day of celebration. No green beer, no corned beef and cabbage, none of that. No wearing of green, no pinching, nothing you would ordinarily expect out of people who were celebrating St. Patrick’s Day. No, today was a day of grief.
At 3:35pm, CDT today, my best friend’s father passed away. He had been ill and was in the ICU on life support. He was scheduled to be removed from life support tomorrow afternoon between 4:00pm and 5:00pm. Instead, he left us today.
This man was my 2nd father. I called him Dad for 18 years. There wasn’t a time I went to see him that he didn’t tell me he loved me. He always told me he loved me and I always told him I loved him. It’s like…no it IS…losing my dad all over again. We’re all so heartbroken over his loss.
RIP Dad. 
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