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In my entire life, I've only seen two people who have passed away who don't look like themselves at all at the funeral. Last night was the second person.
My dad's best friend from the guard died suddenly after contracting Legionnaire's disease (it attacks the lungs). All I can remember growing up is PW being the center of attention and him being like a second dad to me. Every weeekend my dad, mom and I would go over to their house and swim every Saturday. Their daughter, Alice (now Allison) and I were best friends back then. I really miss those days because everything was so simple back then. PW was probably one of the most random/most hysterical men you would ever meet.
When we went up to say something to his wife and daughter (they also had a new baby about 7 years ago...she grew up fast...good grief) but she was running around, my dad had to leave abruptly because he was in "police mode" and didn't want to cry. It didn't look like PW at all. They had shaved his mustache off. I didn't like it one bit. It didn't look like him. I tried not to cry and I was glad my dad walked off because I did too because I didn't want to start bawling in front of everyone.
It was hard to see my dad like that. He finally went back up there after he regained compsure. I didn't go this time. I couldn't see PW like that again. When my dad was coming back to sit down with us he started crying. I've hardly ever seen my dad cry. Maybe twice in my life.
This is really random, but I miss PW and I miss being little and seeing him all the time. We sat in the back with some rest of the people from the Guard unit and told stories about him. Believe me, there are some crazy ones. That man left a good impression on the world and everyone loved him.
I'm sad.
I'm leaving for Virginia in a few minutes.
Happy 28th Birthday tomorrow, Sissy! i miss you.
My dad's best friend from the guard died suddenly after contracting Legionnaire's disease (it attacks the lungs). All I can remember growing up is PW being the center of attention and him being like a second dad to me. Every weeekend my dad, mom and I would go over to their house and swim every Saturday. Their daughter, Alice (now Allison) and I were best friends back then. I really miss those days because everything was so simple back then. PW was probably one of the most random/most hysterical men you would ever meet.
When we went up to say something to his wife and daughter (they also had a new baby about 7 years ago...she grew up fast...good grief) but she was running around, my dad had to leave abruptly because he was in "police mode" and didn't want to cry. It didn't look like PW at all. They had shaved his mustache off. I didn't like it one bit. It didn't look like him. I tried not to cry and I was glad my dad walked off because I did too because I didn't want to start bawling in front of everyone.
It was hard to see my dad like that. He finally went back up there after he regained compsure. I didn't go this time. I couldn't see PW like that again. When my dad was coming back to sit down with us he started crying. I've hardly ever seen my dad cry. Maybe twice in my life.
This is really random, but I miss PW and I miss being little and seeing him all the time. We sat in the back with some rest of the people from the Guard unit and told stories about him. Believe me, there are some crazy ones. That man left a good impression on the world and everyone loved him.
I'm sad.
I'm leaving for Virginia in a few minutes.
Happy 28th Birthday tomorrow, Sissy! i miss you.