How does a man put this into words? My father was killed,
no, my father was MURDERED on Saturday, July 7th. I can barely sustain myself long enough to type this entry. . .
My dad was the greatest man who ever lived. A lot of folks
say that about their dad, but to me, he was my hero. It's hard to explain, but I had so much admiration for the simple life
he led. To say he was loved was an understatement. My family and the town I am from are paralyzed with grief today as we mourn
a man who meant so much to so many.
Raymond Henry Montavon was the man who taught me to love music.
From my earliest memories, he was always playing country music on the radio. He loved Hank Williams, Bill Monroe, and Willie
Nelson. He once told me he didn't know what his life would have been like without music. I definitely know what mine would
have been without music. . .empty.
My dad was a healthy happy 80 year old man. . .an age most
of us will be lucky to reach, but the key word was HEALTHY. Some motherfucker robbed him of 10, 15, maybe 20 good years. .
.I had prepared myself to accept my fathers death since he turned 70 (that is officially "old" in my book), but not like this,
not in this way.
Pops. . .I LOVE YOU. . .I MISS YOU. . .I WILL SEE YOU AGAIN
SOMEDAY. Rest in Peace you Dear Sweet Man.
