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My dad David Akridge, was a gentle giant. He was a bus driver, a deacon, a father, husband of 49 years, brother and son. He died on May 30th after a 36-day battle. When he spoke, the audience would listen. He never said anything that didn’t need to be said. I miss him, and look for his God winks every day.

Holly L. Akridge, Kentucky  

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