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I thought I was prepared. I wasn't. I knew he was going to be crossing to the other side but it still hit me harder than I thought it would. Why? I don't know. Passing of an era or maybe it was because there was so much I still wanted to talk to him about but didn't get a chance due to that damn Alzheimer disease. I wrote a letter to him the night he passed away. My brother was in the room with him and put the cell phone on speaker while I read it to my Dad. I am SO glad I did that. It helped me. I believe he did hear too. I also did a eulogy for him (for me?) at the funeral. That was a first for me. Did it rather extemporaneously with only a few notes scribbled on a piece of paper. Before I walked in I mentioned to the pastor I would like to say a few words. It went well. It helped me. The pianist played polka music on our way out.
Dad was born in the house that I grew up in. August of 1926. Passed Sept. 22, 2021. His Grandfather started the farm in 1901 and my oldest brother continues to farm there. It will probably go to his kids when he passes. That is a lot of generations.
The one picture has him talking to my Aunt Iona. She passed about 3 weeks before he did. The thing I like about that picture is what my Dad could do best; talk to anyone. He was such a kind and gentle man.
Dad was born in the house that I grew up in. August of 1926. Passed Sept. 22, 2021. His Grandfather started the farm in 1901 and my oldest brother continues to farm there. It will probably go to his kids when he passes. That is a lot of generations.
The one picture has him talking to my Aunt Iona. She passed about 3 weeks before he did. The thing I like about that picture is what my Dad could do best; talk to anyone. He was such a kind and gentle man.