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This post is in memory of my daddy Gerald Lynn Blair. I was 23 years old when he passed away and his granddaughter was only 4years old. He drove to my apartment to pick us up for his late night shopping trip and we got in the car drove back to his place so I could put his wheelchair in the trunk bec he always left it in his spot at his place because he couldn't put in the car bec he lost his leg. So we get there he slides himself over to passenger seat so I can drive while he sliding over to that seat I pop the trunk and get out to get it and put in the trunk. Now it in trunk and my daughter in her car seat in back seat during all of this I get in start to fix my seat so I can drive I hear this big gasp for air coming from my dad and he just fell over into the door so I get out run around open his door and his arm falls out and now Iam try to give him CPR and calling 911 it was to late he was already gone. That story how I lost my loving daddy! So when I found this app I started adding photo's of his grandkids at cemetery and try to make a trip ever year to see him I always leave a piece of us there. We sit there and I will tell him stories like he here and my kids will give me a few minutes alone with him when I truly break down in tears missing him & wishing I could bring him back to us.

Notsure how this works exactly.
This post is in memory of my daddy Gerald Lynn Blair. I was 23 years old when he passed away and his granddaughter was only 4years old. He drove to my apartment to pick us up for his late night shopping trip and we got in the car drove back to his place so I could put his wheelchair in the trunk bec he always left it in his spot at his place because he couldn't put in the car bec he lost his leg. So we get there he slides himself over to passenger seat so I can drive while he sliding over to that seat I pop the trunk and get out to get it and put in the trunk. Now it in trunk and my daughter in her car seat in back seat during all of this I get in start to fix my seat so I can drive I hear this big gasp for air coming from my dad and he just fell over into the door so I get out run around open his door and his arm falls out and now Iam try to give him CPR and calling 911 it was to late he was already gone. That story how I lost my loving daddy! So when I found this app I started adding photo's of his grandkids at cemetery and try to make a trip ever year to see him I always leave a piece of us there. We sit there and I will tell him stories like he here and my kids will give me a few minutes alone with him when I truly break down in tears missing him & wishing I could bring him back to us.