There are some things in this life that a person never forgets. Lets take birthday’s for example. Today, May 14th, would have been my dads (Kenneth Stepp) 61st birthday.
He only lived to see 54 of them.
When I was sixteen he passed away from cancer and it broke my heart into a million pieces. That’s one of the worst pains a child can go through.
Every year on his birthday I go and clean up around his grave and always say a silent “Happy Birthday” just for him.
He was on this earth only a short time but accomplished so much while he was here.
He was a painter by profession and a wild crafter at heart. He’d go out ginseng and agate hunting, trapping and he succeeded at everything he did.
He had seven children; Kenny, Mike, Jason, Preston, Andrew, Whitney and me, and each one of us carries a part of him in our hearts. Now, he has ten grandchildren and even great grandchildren.
All the boys favor dad, Kenny and Mike laugh just like him. Whitney took his sense of humor and dance skills (God help us), and me, I’ve got his stubborn streak and I’m his baby and that’s what I will always be.
His light lives on in each and every person who knew him. I feel so lucky to have been apart of his life.
“Happy Birthday, Daddy!”
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Diet Update:
I have lost a total of 9.5lbs! My granny Mary said she was going to keep last weeks article out until I got down to those size 12’s and knowing her, she will!
Column was published 5-14-09 in the Citizen Voice & Times
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