This entry comes to you all from Toledo, Ohio. I am here to give my niece a ride to West Virgina where we'll meet up with my mother and sister for my step-father's funeral.

Jerry, or Jeep as we all call him, (Papa Jeep to to our little ones) is the man that raised me since I was seven. He sure had his work cut out for him because I know I was not an easy kid to work with. It reminds of this country song I know called "Half the Dad He Didn't Have to Be." And it really rings true, I hope I"m at least half the dad that he didn't have to be.

We're all going to miss him very much and it hurts quite alot, but Jeep wouldn't want us to feel this way, I can almost hear him saying, nevermind about me, just keep on truckin' down the road. I think he travelled through life and whenever faced with adversity, he'd simply truck right on through. I'm pretty sure he went through trials with the whole "This too shall pass" attitude, and I really think that's how he'd want us to get through this...by remembering that this too shall pass.

As stated already, I'm going to miss him so much...I've already buried one father and really wasn't ready to bury another one...right now, I just want to get to my mother and be with family. I'm going to bed now.