My father, Richard Wayne Stancliff, grudgingly passed away today. He was 95 years old and fought to the end.
Born in Cleveland, Ohio, he went out on the Great Lakes at 15-years old as a coal tender and was a Marine during WWII.
My grief is deep, and it'll take me awhile to stop mourning my hero. My Dad.
Right now, I'm taking it day-by-day.