As most of you know my mom has been sick with liver disease and I've been spending a lot of time helping her out. Well on Labor day we had a total shock to our family my dear stepfather passed away from a massive heart attack. My stepdad was more of a dad to me than my natural father and I called him my daddy. My daddy was only 47 years old when he passed. He was an over the road truck driver and was behind the wheel of his semi truck when he died. But he managed to get his truck pulled over to the side of the road and not injure anyone when the heart attack happened. A car that was behind my daddy saw that something was wrong and called 911 and they arrived on the scene in mins. My daddy was following a friend of his and when his friend didn't see my dad anymore and couldn't reach him by cb or cell phone. He turned his semi around not an easy thing to do. He was with my daddy as the paramedics worked on him and tried to save his life. Unfortunately it was to late my daddy was gone. So I've been pretty distraught at losing my daddy. He was a Navy seal and veteran so we had a military funeral for him. As I said he was an over the road truck driver and his cb handle was Daffy Duck, the one time I went on the road with him and my mom all the other truckers gave me my own cb handle I'm known as Daddy's Girl and I will always treasure my cb handle because it spoke the truth. Now I'm in the process of helping my mom with all the paperwork dealing with his life insurance and social security benefits. Please bare with me as I work through my grief and all the things that need to be taken care of. I will be back as soon as I feel up to it.