Age 54
Son, Father, Grandfather. Generous heart.
54
Tracy was my father. He battled addiction for many years. He loved poker, and like poker sometimes he was up in life and sometimes he lost all his chips. As many times as he fell from Grace, he got back up and fought every time.
So many, in humbled to share. My dad didn’t have much, he had to work really hard to rebuilt himself. One year at Christmas I was struggling financially, with three kids to provide for my dad felt my struggle. He took me to Walmart and bought their Santa gifts, without hesitation. His heart was so kind, too kind for this place.
I miss his laugh, when he told a story he would laugh so hard you could hardly understand what he was saying. I miss his humor, dark humor but it was amusing. He would text me and my siblings little jokes or riddles every day. I miss venting to him and hearing the classic, “I’m sorry kid”. I miss everything about him.
I would think he wanted to be remembered by his heart. He loved so hard. His mother, his kids and his grandkids. He brought joy (and sometimes madness) to every situation. He is missed terribly.