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My "Daddy," as I  always called him, has been gone since 2002.  I will always miss him;  you see, he was my rock, that strong shoulder we all need to move on in life.    After my  "Mama" passed away he lived with  me  almost three years;  he was the early bird, and always liked his breakfast around seven in the morning.  As I look back, those were the best of  times.  I have so many special memories with him, over coffee.      I would cook his favorite dishes, and make his coffee,  just  the way  he liked it.   We really got to know each other really well.  I had never seen my "Daddy" laugh, much less talk alot.  He had always been a very serious, stern, and hardworking man.  He loved  to reminisce about my "Mama", and how they'd  met.  And of course, he always wanted to go back to San Miguel, N. M., where he was born and raised.     Their would always be laughter, and tears,  during our many breakfasts together.   I consider myself very lucky, to have known this wonderful, sensitive, man, I called  "Daddy"..............