You know....I wish one of our death hags would chime in about this....is it possible that this grease fired was caused by an inadequate temperature or a build up of grease?......just spit balling here.
To my Father. Even though you have crossed the plane, you will always be with me.
You were not just my Father, but my hero. My life has been a poor attempt to be like you
You taught me music, vocals, and how to fight. I can only hope I am half the man you are
When I close my eyes I can see you. And finally, Thank you Dad. for everything.
March 1934-July 2016