This morning my 86 year old father passed away. He was ready to go and went in peace and dignity. It leaves a huge hole in my heart though and, for now, I am sad.
I am grateful that I was with him the week after Gaston's. He was pretty weak by that time, and I am so glad I was able to help him who helped me so much for so many years.
I took him on what has turned out to be his last plane ride in the Mooney only about a year ago. He had a ball flying it. I remember our last game of golf together. I remember our last little family reunion at Port Aransas, TX. Dad was in the Navy in WWII, and we drove over to Corpus Christi and went through the USS Enterprise aircraft carrier.
I remember an honest businessman, a loving father and husband, a man active in his church, a man with many friends all over the country, a man slow to anger and quick to smile, a man who liked to dance with my mother, a man you would like to have known.
There are tears on my desk as I type this. I am sad today.
I am grateful that I was with him the week after Gaston's. He was pretty weak by that time, and I am so glad I was able to help him who helped me so much for so many years.
I took him on what has turned out to be his last plane ride in the Mooney only about a year ago. He had a ball flying it. I remember our last game of golf together. I remember our last little family reunion at Port Aransas, TX. Dad was in the Navy in WWII, and we drove over to Corpus Christi and went through the USS Enterprise aircraft carrier.
I remember an honest businessman, a loving father and husband, a man active in his church, a man with many friends all over the country, a man slow to anger and quick to smile, a man who liked to dance with my mother, a man you would like to have known.
There are tears on my desk as I type this. I am sad today.
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