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| Hi, my name is Amy, and welcome to my little corner of the world. :) For those of you who don't know me, I am 27 yrs. old, 5'7", and 135 lbs. I have brown hair with natural highlights and blue/green eyes. |
| This page and the links are little windows in to my world and the people and things I care about. I have a great relationship with my family, a great respect for our country's military, I love volleyball, bowling and darts, and (naturally) creating my cheesy little webpages. :) I hope you enjoy your trip through what some have dubbed "Amyland". Please don't forget to sign the Guest Book and let me know what you think. I update these pages on a semi-regular basis, so check back in some time soon! |
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| This is a picture of my daddy, Eddie "Cheech" Bean. Although he is not my biological father, for the past 7 years of my life, he's been the only man who has ever been my daddy. He loved me like the daughter he never had, and told me that, had he had a daughter of his own, he would want her to be just like me. He always called me his baby girl, and worried about me, my happiness, and my safety all the time. He introduced me to people as his daughter, with no explanation that I wasn't his biological child, because to him it didn't matter. I was his daughter, and it needed no explanation. I lost my daddy on November 8, 2003 to a massive heart attack. He was 47 yrs. old. He was a good man, with a great sense of humor, intelligence, a smart mouth and somewhat cocky attitude. He always wanted people to think he was tough, but if someone was in need, he would be the first to offer a helping hand. He was the type of person who never expected anything in return, and never knew how many people loved, respected and admired him for being a straight-talking, warm-hearted, and sometimes overly honest man. Daddy never pretended he was something he was not, no matter who was around. He accepted and loved himself for who he was, and wasn't about to compromise that due to someone else's thoughts or ideas. He had an inner strength to be admired, and now to be missed. No more phone calls, no more visits, no more sitting with him and mom and watching movies or sports. No more long talks, no more questions answered, no more hugs when I needed comfort or advice when I didn't know what to do. I thank God for the time that I had someone in my life to be a daddy to me, to love me like his little girl, to gently fret over me and guide me, to let me know that he cared. I only wish that I had had the chance to meet him so many years before, and that I still had him here for many years to come. He may be gone from this world, but I will always love him, and he will always be my daddy. |
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