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RIP Daddy (2 Viewers)

So sorry for your loss. :(
My dad is in the same situation: Stroke 2 weeks ago, hanging on, but I'm dreading the phone call that will come any day now.

 
Sorry NRJ.  You're a good man.  I'm sure he knew that.  

Reading posts like yours inspires me to be a better dad.  I gotta get my #### together.  

 
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Nathan R. Jessep said:
My father suffered a massive stroke last Friday/Saturday. Spent a few days in the hospital basically just breathing (no machines, as per his own wishes for his entire life), and passed peacefully from this life Tuesday night. I wrote some words on my Facebook, but thought I'd share with my FFA family. T&Ps greatly appreciated. 

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What can you say when your real-life hero is gone? What words will do justice to describe the greatest man you've ever personally known?

I am truly blown away by the love and support my family and I have been shown over the last several days. I think it is a tribute to how many lives my dad touched and what a truly great man he was. I'm seeing and hearing so many kind words, that he inspired, from so many others that didn't even know him as well as I did. But you didn't have to know him well to know he was a great man. If I can be even half the man he was, I'll consider it an accomplishment.

I've been flooded with memories since Saturday. I realized that it's a highlight reel of my life that just keeps replaying. And he was in every single one of them.

I'm listening to him proudly tell someone how I made an awesome double play to end the last inning of the season, then made the all star team.

I'm sitting in the deer stand on his lap as dusk falls and shooting my first deer. Cried a little on the way home. He didn't know that though.

I'm watching over his shoulder at the poker table and remembering the day he slides me some money and said I could play and him grinning at me and winking and laughing at the older guys as I drug my first winning pot (and many more after that).

We are spending countless hours at the shooting range. I can still smell the burnt gun powder and hear the shell casings bouncing off the concrete.

I'm hearing his keys hit the kitchen counter as I'm in my room just waiting anxiously for him to get home from work so we can eat supper and I can race and try to beat my brothers to the table.

I'm giving my salutatorian speech and glancing into the crowd and seeing that proud gleam in his eye.

I'm holding the beautiful knife that he and his best friend made for me and thinking to myself, wow this man really can do everything.

We are on the many long road trips to shooting matches over the years, as I graduated from the back seat to the driver's seat.

We are catching fish in the pond.

We are cheering on the Indians (and the Warhawks) and coaching from the stands.

I'm working beside him at that pharmacy counter taking care of his customers all those years.

I can remember friends calling him because they needed medicine on Thanksgiving or Christmas Day. He would cuss a little, because that's just who he was. Then he would help them with whatever they needed. Because that's also who he was.

I am honored to say I got to work with him on his last day of work last Friday. He literally worked until he couldn't work any more. He was without a doubt the hardest working man I've ever had the privilege of knowing. He wouldn't ever brag on himself much but he was so proud to get his 50-year certificate from the board of Pharmacy last year and we couldn't have been more proud of him.

He was more than just my father. He was also my mother for a little while, before my step-mom came along and rescued him. A job that he took on fearlessly, courageously, and without hesitation.

He was more than just my father. He was my shooting instructor, my ball coach, my therapist, my voice of reason, my encyclopedia, my financial advisor, my doctor, my hunting buddy, and so much more. He wasn't perfect, but to me, he was Superman.

I love you, Daddy. I hope I made you as proud as you made me.
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My deepest condolences to you and your family.   Your father truly seemed like a class act and your words are absolutely beautiful. My apologies for not seeing this thread earlier and for sending my thoughts and prayers in a delayed fashion. 

 
sincere condolences, may your father forever rest peacefully - and may all family and friends  follow in the footsteps you cited.

 
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Nathan R. Jessep said:
Sorry for my delay in getting back in here. Thank you all for the kindness. I really appreciate it. 
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So sorry for your loss. What a post, brought a tear to my eye. Coming up on 9 years since I lost mine, fortunately the great memories hang with you. Make time when you can to enjoy them. 

 
Damn.  Sorry for your loss, GB.  Wonderful tribute message in the OP. 

Gonna call my Dad right now and talk to him a bit.

 
Sorry for your loss.  Lost my dad about a year and a half ago and in the middle of a big scare with my mom now. Tough seeing them at their weakest like that.

 
Sorry about your loss NRJ.  I lost one of the most influential people in my life 10/15 and still think about my grandfather everyday.

 
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