Kyra Cherry
Well, I wrote your obituary, but just had to add that reading the stories of you on there inspired me to write more. As my dad, sometimes I forget how funny you are because you’re my dad and dads aren’t always funny when they’re being dadlike. But you really were so funny. And witty. No one could match your wit… no one could match your anything to be honest. My memories of you, especially when I was a kid are vast and happy. You’d come home from work and I’d make you carry me on your back bc all I ever wanted was a roan. I made you get me every single stuffed animal or toy horse on the planet in every little store in every state and national park in Texas, Oklahoma, Colorado, Arkansas and New Mexico. Intentionally or not, you taught me how to be girl who can do boy things better than most boys and it’s one of the main reasons I am where I am today and capable of handling the things that have come and will continue to come my way. We had like three fights my whole life and when you gave me deal and I gave it right back exactly the way you would have said it to someone giving it to you, it was done. You always said, “you’re a daddy’s girl, but not in the princess way, in you’re exactly like me way.” You being gone feels like I’ve lost a part of me, like my connection to our Texas roots, to the old ways, is gone, but I know it’s not. You’re immortal in spirit, Dad. We love you. Hi, Kaleb. 🙏🏻💙