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Being eighteen means...

being eighteen means that ive had six birthdays without you means you never got the chance to teach me to be an adult means im off to college means im off to the real world and your not in it any more tears of my youth now drip in to my adult life because being eighteen doesnt mean i dont love you doesnt mean i dont miss you because i do and i mean that i wanted you to watch me become a man i wanted you to see me off to college to get my Eagle scout award to have some one make me into a man instead of stumbling towards the right direction but I love you adult in the eyes of the law but I'll always be your son your little boy and you'll always be my father and I'll always love u R.I.P.Steven Klocke beloved father and friend
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steven-paul-klocke-ii
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Oct 3, 2011
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