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For most purposes my poppy has made me who I am.
For all of those who love or hate the way I am you can thank my poppy for most of it.
When I was young he basically raised me till I was about 10 years old.
He was always there it seemed and most of my better moments have been enjoyed with him.
He thought me how to sing and tought me to go after music.
He was the first to say I had talent to make it.
He was a great man.
He had a best sense of humor that I knew of, and it is his way of joking everything aside that seems to have rubbed off on me.
About 6 years ago he was the healthiest 70 year old man I knew. He still did everything by himself and was still the great man that helped raise me.
He need surgery that year on his heart. It wasn't something he had to get but the doctor recomended that he get this done.
He did and never came back the same.
After it was said and done 6 years ago my poppy started to loose his mind.
At first it was alright and even funny at times.
In fact it just seemed like the old jokester that he was.
He still knew my name...he still knew me, he was just forgetful at times,
Now it is 6 years later and I went to visit him today.
It hitme for the first time that I lost him.
He can't remeber me and can'tremeber anyone.
I see his face light up when I go see him, and I knjow deep down he knows who I am but he can't express it.
For the first time ever I realize I am loosing my first hero.
In alot of ways my poppy died sometime while I was away and now is just living corpse that just resembles a fraction of himself.
For the all the great times I can't forget but the nemtal pain of seeing him only brings me to tears.
I loved him, I wanted ot be him in so many ways.
I knew this had to happen someday but I thought it never would.
In my dream world he would die in his sleep but he would never loose his wit or who he was.
He would die as the man I knew.
Now I sit here and I see him nothing like the same.
In alot ofways I just want him back.
I just want to go back and get one more conversation about anything...one more poltical debate..one more joke...one hug from the man I love.
And for thefirst timeever I realize I wont. And that I have to lose him.
Though he stil lives..I say goodbye to my hero....goodbye to my first love...good bye poppy
I will never forget and always love you how you were.
Dennis
ps your $41 dollars are coming poppy...but i owe you alot more then that.
For all of those who love or hate the way I am you can thank my poppy for most of it.
When I was young he basically raised me till I was about 10 years old.
He was always there it seemed and most of my better moments have been enjoyed with him.
He thought me how to sing and tought me to go after music.
He was the first to say I had talent to make it.
He was a great man.
He had a best sense of humor that I knew of, and it is his way of joking everything aside that seems to have rubbed off on me.
About 6 years ago he was the healthiest 70 year old man I knew. He still did everything by himself and was still the great man that helped raise me.
He need surgery that year on his heart. It wasn't something he had to get but the doctor recomended that he get this done.
He did and never came back the same.
After it was said and done 6 years ago my poppy started to loose his mind.
At first it was alright and even funny at times.
In fact it just seemed like the old jokester that he was.
He still knew my name...he still knew me, he was just forgetful at times,
Now it is 6 years later and I went to visit him today.
It hitme for the first time that I lost him.
He can't remeber me and can'tremeber anyone.
I see his face light up when I go see him, and I knjow deep down he knows who I am but he can't express it.
For the first time ever I realize I am loosing my first hero.
In alot of ways my poppy died sometime while I was away and now is just living corpse that just resembles a fraction of himself.
For the all the great times I can't forget but the nemtal pain of seeing him only brings me to tears.
I loved him, I wanted ot be him in so many ways.
I knew this had to happen someday but I thought it never would.
In my dream world he would die in his sleep but he would never loose his wit or who he was.
He would die as the man I knew.
Now I sit here and I see him nothing like the same.
In alot ofways I just want him back.
I just want to go back and get one more conversation about anything...one more poltical debate..one more joke...one hug from the man I love.
And for thefirst timeever I realize I wont. And that I have to lose him.
Though he stil lives..I say goodbye to my hero....goodbye to my first love...good bye poppy
I will never forget and always love you how you were.
Dennis
ps your $41 dollars are coming poppy...but i owe you alot more then that.