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Papaw's Demise

You died twenty years ago today. On February 7, 1998, you passed away. You were born in 1910 and died at the age of eighty-seven. Twenty years ago, you left this Earth and went to Heaven. You became a widower in 1957 and had your kids to finish raising. You finished raising your kids by yourself and that was amazing. When you died, it was something that I hated. You were my Papaw and you were appreciated. (Dedicated to Burkette Greene who died on February 7, 1998.)

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Date: 2/7/2018 5:41:00 AM
Great dedication Randy..
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