September 23, 2016 was a hard day for my mom and I and the rest of my family. It was the day we had my dad's funeral and said our last goodbyes. I still miss him and there isn't a day that goes by that I don't think and hope that I am making him proud. I took over helping my mom with things that she needs help with. She is independent, but at the same time still needs help with things my dad helped her with. That day, we celebrated him. He was a Broncos fan, so we honored him by wearing our Broncos gear instead of the traditional funeral black attire. I miss you dad.
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