My man!

It's 7 years tomorrow that I last saw my daddy.

 I could say father but he was always daddy not dad to me.  He was so much more than that, I miss him still so much it hurts.  He was my mentor, hero, friend, confidant, my everything.  I miss his laugh, his easy ways, his love, all of him.  It was a long road after my mom died.  In the very beginning it wasn't bad at all, he just needed help with basic stuff, he was driving had girlfriends and it was good having him live with us.  Everything started going downhill around 1999-2000 he started having trouble with his walking, he had prostate cancer and needed radiation treatment, which left him incontinent.  But he still had his girlfriends. Then the nice one died and the smart one didn't want to go out with him any more because she knew there was something going on with his health.  Only Mildred held on.  We all hated her, she used him only to go out for dinner and to movies. etc.  But he was happy with her and that's all that mattered.  In 2000 I think is when he totaled his car and then I started to drive him on his dates.  I don't think Mildred liked that too much......to be continued