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Clay Showalter

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Been 6 1/2 years since my dad passed, but for some reason I am really missing him today. He was a hardworking man, was in The Air Force, never went to college but was one of the smartest men I ever knew. He could do anything, fix anything, build anything, he is the reason I knew I could take on GCing my own house build. He would be so proud of the boys. It would be so great to talk to him, and to get his help and ideas on things with the house.

It is so true, you don’t know what you got till it is gone. He was a curmudgeon but damn it he was my curmudgeon.
 

hickslawns

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Funny how these moments never seem to end. I'm sorry Clay. Been thinking of my dad a lot lately as well. I don't believe we ever get over it. I think we learn how to cope better. Doesn't mean the hole in your heart is healed. You are not alone Sir.
 

MoonLab

Where we’re going, we don’t need roads.
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Hang in there, man. I miss my dad everyday. We used to fish alot back in the days. What I would love to give to have him fishing with me again and 24 pack beer in cooler. I still have one of his fishing pole cardinal open wheel. Still use it for bass fishing. Also, have his last fishing license on the year he passed away. I'm having it framed
 

Big Weff

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Forgot to add that my dad was born in the farm house on Showalter road, Meigs county Chester, Ohio. He always loved Ohio, even though he left at 18 and never lived there again. We went to the farm often and it still a part of our family.
I deliver to the woman across the road from where I think you are talking on a weekly basis. I think her name is Ellen if I’m remembering correctly.
 
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Fletch

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Those of us that lost our Dads realize how precious the days were with them... I lost my Dad back in 92... He was 82 and still went hunting with us right up till the last minute... He deer hunted with us in the fall of 91... After the season he wanted to get a hernia fixed and went in for surgery healthy as a horse in the beginning of April.. We buried him the last week of April... Cause of death who knows... I'm betting he picked up sepsis... He loved chasing gobblers and on his death bed asked me if I got his turkey permit... It's rough, and it gets easier, but you never forget all the good times spent in the woods... I'll still go sit maybe in one of his spots he sat during deer season and I'll talk to him... Who knows if he hears me, but his legend lives on...

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