...and I never expected it to happen this soon. He was the one rock that I had in this turbulent ocean called life. The one that I could cling to when things got all crazy, and would bring me back to earth. He was the person that I would call and talk about my crazy exploits with, and he would regale me with his. He was, without a doubt, my best friend in the entire world. The man stepped up to the plate, when my mom took off and left us in the middle of the night one night when I was 5, and raised us with morality and conviction, even when we decided we didn't want it. If it weren't for my Dad, I wouldn't be half the man I am today, and all I can hope is that I become half the man that he was. I love you Dad. I wish I could say that to you in person, or over the phone. I hate that I haven't seen you in four years...and that the next time I do, you'll be inside a casket. I hate that, and I hate myself a little bit for it. Just know that you were the one true inspiration in my life. The one person that I strived to be. I love you, and I can't say that enough. I hope that you hear it, wherever you are.
Billy Haslip
March 17th, 1953 - June 8th, 2011. RIP Dad.
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