I have my good memories. I was a daddy's girl, and my siblings knew it. I went everywhere with you, painting houses, & hanging with your friends. I cried for days when you left. Then my heart breaks every time I remember... Her cruel words to you constantly. Her never letting you answer for yourself, always interrupting. Her never letting me have one on one time with you. Her making you do things you weren't physically able to do. No photo's of your kids and grandkids hanging on the wall at your house. Her trying to make you use a child's blow up floatie for tubing down a swift creek. I'm sorry I lived to far away to help. I regret that I couldn't defend you. I'm sorry us kids were completely barred from your funeral planning. It would have been better, so much better. Your son, our beloved brother, Terry would have been remembered. They didn't know you at all. I'm sorry for ones who chose money over love. I do have peace knowing You won't be humiliated in public anymore. You will be missed. Love you Dad!