The Grove of the Patriarchs

April 9th, 2013 The last day my father lived on this earth.  I didn't even get to see him that day, unless you count me hugging and kissing him goodbye and singing him "you are my sunshine" in the back of a funeral home while he lay swathed in a white sheet on a gurney. The last thing I told him was "I love you dad. I'll see you in the morning." The next morning my brother told me I could see him in the afternoon and rushed me off to work because he knew I'd be late if he didn't. My best friend, my buddy, my dad, died while I was in the back of a vets office scrubbing dog shit off of a mat. I didn't get to hold his hand or pat him nice while he departed. I only got to run to the morgue with my stepdad to say goodbye.  Before he died, I always thought I would be there when he left to hold his hand and make sure he knew he was loved.. But I wasn't. I want to make up for that.  He always told me he wanted his ashes scattered in The Grove of the Patriarchs in Washington state. It's been years and my financial situation just keeps getting worse. I can't save the money to fulfill his wish on my own.  I created a GoFundMe account to attempt to raise the funds needed to finally put his soul to rest and make up for the fact that morning never came.. That I didn't keep my word.  Any donation helps. If you're feeling generous today, please help or even just share our story. Thank everyone so much for reading. **The number I have set as my goal is a very rough estimate of what we'll need to get there. If I can't make it to said goal, I will donate any contributions I recieve to cancer research in my fathers name.
Thank you so much for reading and have a wonderful day. :)**
/In loving memory of David Miller. My buddy, my mentor, my papa bear. /