In Memory of Stephen Roger Earley, My Father


Nothing short of cutting words in stone somehow seem adequate enough to bring proper attention and tribute to the memory and passing of a life. On Friday my father passed away. And no level of technology or screaming or flags or firing cannons from a mountain-sized monument shaped with dynamite can pay enough tribute and respect due to him, nor solace to the pain, sadness, anger and frustration I feel and the rest of his family feels from his unnecessary passing. You will be dearly missed, but your footprints in this world have only just begun. I love you Dad.
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