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A tribute to my dad, Kerry B. Earle Grandma, Daddy, and I would sit and talk for hours on Sundays after my grandpa died. My dad hated that she was by herself, so he and I came over loyally every Sunday. We would talk for hours in the carport living room about nothing at all. I could have spent eternity there with Grandma and Daddy — two of my favorite people on this earth. I’d lay my head on a pillow in my dad’s lap, and Grandma would look over and say, “You sure love your da