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I know I aint the only one on here with shit like this going on...but...had to say something today.
This was a guy to be admired. He lived his life his way and by his terms. Up until last week he was planting a garden and pulling stumps out fo the ground with his vintage John Deere...he never let the cancer get him down, never let it slow him down until the pain beame unbearable. He was a mean nast son of a gun, but, if he cred about you, you knew it. He loved kids and was instantly tunrned into a clown when they came around. He taught himself how to play the guitar and had a voice that would rival Ol' Hank. He built his home, his barn, his garage, he maintained his equipment and loved his land...Not a car guy, but a mechanical guy who could weld dirt and polish turds...you will be missed old man...
This was a guy to be admired. He lived his life his way and by his terms. Up until last week he was planting a garden and pulling stumps out fo the ground with his vintage John Deere...he never let the cancer get him down, never let it slow him down until the pain beame unbearable. He was a mean nast son of a gun, but, if he cred about you, you knew it. He loved kids and was instantly tunrned into a clown when they came around. He taught himself how to play the guitar and had a voice that would rival Ol' Hank. He built his home, his barn, his garage, he maintained his equipment and loved his land...Not a car guy, but a mechanical guy who could weld dirt and polish turds...you will be missed old man...
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