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My Dad, Randy Roach (Roche), Mr. Bubbles, Pops, what ever you liked to call him, passed in the wee hours of the morning on June 27, 2022, just as the sun began to rise, with me by his side.
As most know, my dad was a lover of hot rods, motorcycles, CB radios and anything that he could tinker with. My father taught me how to be the strongest woman he knew.
Unfortunately, after two massive strokes, he made the decision that he did not want to live this way anymore and stopped eating, which ultimately made me move him to hospice two weeks ago.
As I have help with most of the funeral costs, and my father didn’t have life insurance, there are a few certain things that I would like to do, to send him off the way I feel he deserves to be.
Also, with his mothers passing almost 2 years ago, I will now be having to deal with Lawyers to open his estate to have our family home passed to me.
No donation is too big or small, anything helps.
As most know, my dad was a lover of hot rods, motorcycles, CB radios and anything that he could tinker with. My father taught me how to be the strongest woman he knew.
Unfortunately, after two massive strokes, he made the decision that he did not want to live this way anymore and stopped eating, which ultimately made me move him to hospice two weeks ago.
As I have help with most of the funeral costs, and my father didn’t have life insurance, there are a few certain things that I would like to do, to send him off the way I feel he deserves to be.
Also, with his mothers passing almost 2 years ago, I will now be having to deal with Lawyers to open his estate to have our family home passed to me.
No donation is too big or small, anything helps.