Pops and I met when I was three. My mom amd my biological dad split when I was six, and she and Pops married when I was eight. His name was Stephen Gary Lively. Pops was a Vietnam vet and he survived the war's worst helicopter crash on July 11, 1972. He'd been in an orphanage as a child. He had PTSD from the war and other traumas. My biological dad he's never really been there for me for reasons of his own, but Pops always was. He was with me on all my birthdays at my highschool graduation, when I got my college scholarship along with my wonderful mom of course. Then, my second semester of college, he had his heart attack. He was deprived of oxyge I took a leave of absence to be with my family. They were great, though. they let me catch everything up. He passed on April 1st of 07 and I still miss him like it was yesterday
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