Harry. My "step" father..departed January 23rd, 2011. I am in utter disbelief. Numb and saddened. I watched him waste away in the same manner my mother did three and half years ago. Except his death was 100 times faster.
My birth father was killed in the line of duty in 1969, I was just a little 18 month old. I never really knew him.
In 1970, my mother remarried Harry Ducey. He adopted me as one of his own. I never felt like he was a "step" or anything unfamilliar.
He treated me like his own, believed that I could achieve anything I set my mind to and scolded me when I lost hope. This is the Eulogy that I crafted.
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