Proud to be a Daddy's Girl

This is my dad.  Max Pearce, Jr.  He was born in Georgia, 1941. 

He was the only child of the woman who would ultimately be the 

best grandmother a child could ever want.

He was the best dad this girl could ever dream of.    

So my dad was 70.  

But no one would have guessed it.  

He was tall, strong and quiet.  

He was honest, sincere and genuine.  

He was funny, handsome and hard working.  

He was an amazing cook, the best tour guide and a wiz with a roll of duct tape.

He was a husband, a father, a father in law, a grandfather, and a friend. 

He was creative, clever and loyal.

He was this girls Dad.

On August 24th, we lost this great man to a very mean and ugly disease...

Cancer. 

 I  HATE you Cancer.  

I HATE that you took my dad from me WAY to early.  

I HATE that you snuck up on us like thief in the night.  

I HATE that you were so quiet, we didn't even know you were there, until it was too late.  

I HATE that because of you my dad won't see his grandkids become great adults.  

I HATE that because of you my stepmom is left feeling lonely because
YOU took away the love of her life.   
I HATE that because of you I have a hole in my heart the size of the earth.

I HATE that because of you I have lost the first man I ever loved,
My dad.

But ya know, Cancer.  There are a lot of things you will NEVER be able to take.

Because in so many ways this apple proudly did not fall far from it's mighty tree: 

Like my dad, I am tall, strong and quiet.  

Like my dad, I am honest, sincere and genuine.  

Like my dad, I am funny, handsome (not so much) and hard working.  

Like my dad, I am becoming an amazing cook, I appreciate all that a good roll of colorful duct tape can do.

Like my dad, I am creative, clever and loyal.

I am proud to be his daughter.

I'll miss you and love you forever, Dad.
Love Always,
 forever your Daddy's Girl,
Kim.