Mas

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 My  "Daddy"  has been gone since, 2002.  A day does not go by without  him in my daily thoughts.  After my "Mama" passed away, he was my rock.  For three years  we had breakfast  together, just the two of us,  and  built a very special  bond.  A closeness, I never really had with him growing up.  During breakfast,  he often  reminisced about life in New Mexico,  and  of course his true love,   my "Mama," and how beautiful she was.   My "Daddy" was a honest, stern, hardworking man.   I learned  later, through my Uncle Joe, that as a small boy, he would  put in  a full days work to help the family.  Once I got to know him, he was my everything,  he gave me memories  that will be be with me forever, thank-you "Daddy."