John Ray Wilson. My father. Today is the anniversary of his death. Cancer. Father of 7 children. Husband of 30 plus years. My father was always a healthy man until at the age of 52 that big ugly disease reared it's ugly self upon my father. I don't think there's been one day that goes by that I don't think of my father. He was a very good provider for our family, a good father, a great personality and tons of fun to be around. All our friends would love coming to our house. We didn't always get along because of making the wrong decisions ...me the one making the wrong decisions in life as I entered into adulthood. Stubbornness and pride can sometimes destroy a family. The important thing in the end is to realize it, no matter when, sooner is far better than later though, and show your love. My father and I made our amends before he went to live with Jesus. I think about him alot of times wondering if he is my guardian angel. I wonder if he's my children's guardian angel. I wonder if he is my grandchildren's guardian angel. I really think he is watching. He would have loved my children. My children would have loved him. Our losses in life can be so heartbreaking. Then and 24 years later.
I love you and miss you Daddy.
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