Danny L. Crouse

Everyone has their own hero. Mine is my grandfather. He was a priest back in North Carolina where I used to live. He always said to never give up and when I didn't give up I could accomplish anything.

He died at a older age but at least he died happy. Even though I didn't get to say goodbye I still know he thought of me when he died. He and my grandmother loved each other VERY much and it hurt for my grandmother to have to say he died.

I loved him and if I listen I can hear his voice. My dad tells me to move on but sometimes it's hard.

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