This has been the hardest post to put up. Why? Because James O. White, my father, died a few weeks ago. Courtesy says that I must mark his passing because he was my father. I have no fond, happy childhood or adult memories to share with you. A sad statement. I will merely say that I hope his final days were peaceful ones.
James O. White Obituary: View James White's Obituary by The Washington Post
Be safe. Be Blessed.
3 comments:
Go to your Room!!!!
How did I forget that one?
Momma that by far is the best tale that I have and the funniest even in the darkest hour your face I remember was priceless as you were half way up the steps and you said wait I am damn near 56 years old WTF am I doing this is my house I cant believe and you stomped back down
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