to young

Yesterday there was a funeral for Freddy. A Son, great Father, and loyal husband. He had cancer, which he battled for four years, and for the last three months, he was in hospice at there home. He was such a good man and loved by many, that while he was in his death bed, he was the best man to a couple, laying in his bed wearing a T-shirt that looked like a tuxedo and wore his shades while they got married and sixty people crammed in there house. The only positive side to this whole situation was everyone knew he was sick and his death was expected. He loved watching his three boys play football, he was the one at every game video recording the entire game for all the players to have. The hardest thing to understand is knowing that he loved football, and now he is not suffering, lets hope the family encourages the youngest, who will be a Junior in high school, to play for Dad and be apart of the positive that team sports can offer. Hopefully that will happen. The funeral was uplifting even though it was expected to be sad, because he was only forty one years old.