FATHER
My father’s name was Frank, he was a river man. He did a couple of things in his life, he worked on a river boat and he drank a little beer but he wasn’t a bad guy. I didn’t get to know my dad a lot but everybody that I ever talked to said that he was a real gentleman and a really fine man, he was a hardworking guy, and he worked as a deckhand on a river boat for his whole life. That’s all he ever did, that’s all he ever knew how to do and he was real good to my mom. I was born not too long after they were married and then eventually my mom and my dad got a divorce, my mom remarried. But I didn’t have a lot of contact with my dad after that. He moved away to Texas and I’d always plan on going and spend a lot of time with him and be able to stay with him for a while when I got older but when I was 14 years old my dad died of a sudden heart attack. He was only 53 years old. It was totally unexpected. He died on a massive coronary without any warning and that’s a pretty heavy blow to me. His name was Frank and he was a nice man from what I understand.
By: Perry Belcher
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