I'm not sure where the best people go after this life, but this good man is still very much present in all the places I go.
Like the night I took a peek into the pink trailer and smelled a rank smell (and realized that the pictures didn't show smells or sounds or surroundings), I could hear my daddy saying, "Sugar...." (that's what he called me), "Don't stay here."
He rarely gave commands or judgments--he was usually indirect, like I am. So if I thought I heard him say leave, I listened.
He was an affectionate, easy-going, funny, honest man--and any kid who happened to be his offspring felt loved every day!
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