Fat Daddy’s Farm
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Fat Daddy’s Farm

Yes, my dad died and no, I haven’t gotten over it yet

My dad photographed me on one of our trips

I need to go to sleep. In less than 48 hours I will be on the way to Virginia with my 3 year old daughter to spread the ashes of my father. We will be meeting my mom, my sister and her boys for a “Miles Family Tour.”

It is literally a Miles family tour since we are bringing my dad’s ashes to more than one location to spread. It also refers back to the summer trips we took…