Daniel Fillmore

September 27th, 1953 - October 3rd, 2022

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I met this family in the 90s. Jacob was my best friend. He introduced me to everyone and as I got to know them I started to understand something. This daddy don’t raise boys. Mr. Fillmore raised men. He regularly maintained his truck. He taught his sons to regularly maintain it as well. Aaron was a little intimidating as he was older than me and Jake and was way more reserved than us two. Both Jake and Aaron could throw a ball better and further than anyone probably even reading this now and though Aaron was obviously stronger than both Jake and I, Jake would match him in wrestling in the yard the best he could. Mr. Fillmore was always welcoming and always seemed to carry a fun side about him. Or had some silly twist on words that was actually wisdom? Mrs. Fillmore is probably an earthly embodiment of what everyone sees when they meet an angel in heaven. So smart, patient, cares about every body even if she just met them. Looks past exterior appearances. I had pink hair! She still let me in her house? Who the heck does that? I don’t think I would do that now? She saw me as a silly kid trying to stand out probably but she talked to me like I was family. Every single time I saw her. Mr. Fillmore always asked if I’ve been eating. I’d say ya and he’d smile and say good. Their family was deeply rooted together and it was absolutely unmistakably clear that Mr. and Mrs. Fillmore loved each other and their sons. Also Jake even at 16 was still saying “I love you daddy”. He was not ashamed AT ALL. I was a “too cool” teen and I saw this dynamic happen in their house. It was beautiful. You guys are so blessed to have been tied together as a family on this earth. You are blessed to have witnessed each others successes and failures, the highs and lows, being young and dumb then growing old. I wish your family had more time with your dad. I wish Mrs. Fillmore had more time with her husband. I’m so sorry. I hope for you, Aaron, and momma Fillmore comfort, peace, long life, and many many years of happiness. Grab a wrench from your daddy’s tool box and share a memory with your boy or grandkid. I love ya Jake.