Her Man, My Father

His were soft brown sparkling eyes and hugs that melted hearts.

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He taught me how to tie my shoes and how to crack walnuts with a brick. His smile was contagious. He had a gap in his front teeth. Herman was his name.

I can state here in all honesty — we were blessed with a good father. He was a real human being until he passed away, peacefully and comfortably. His final moments were spent, tucked in his…