Friday, October 24, 2025
Dad was thankful that he had 89 years but he was sad to go and miss the future with us. He told me several times he was going to miss so much.
When we were talking the night before he died I said, Grandma will be there waiting for you, he said: Wouldn’t that be something. I’d have to straighten up my act! He often commented that he had the best mother and how in awe he was of her resilience. He was so much like her.
He would recall memories with such clarity and humour from decades past, one of my favourite stories was of his school bully. He bullied Dad and others in elementary school; then in 1955, Dad was 19 years old and had grown up, he was out planting trees in Watsons Corners and the bully who was a couple years older wandered up. Dad asked him if he thought he was still the man he thought he was in school, the man said Your Damn Right and came at Dad fists flying…Dad picked him up, turned him upside down and stuck his head in a pail full of water! Ha!
He was a big man with a big heart. When I was a child, Dad & I would go for walks and I would ask him to skip with me, he was 6’4 and almost 220lbs but he would!
He never missed an opportunity to tell you that he loved you, told me every time we spoke, my entire life.
We all miss him so much. The last thing he said to me was, Till We Meet Again…I sure hope that I have the good fortune.
