I keep asking people to wear a PFD on water. My Dad drowned on Wabigoon Lake in 1984.
My favorite cousin also died from drowning while fishing. A neighbor called his camp and said his boat was anchored and he wasnt in it. I hopped into my boat and raced up there and he was gone. They never figured out what happened and he could swim.
Last in my line too. My youngest son had 2 girls; oldest never married and has no children that we are aware of. Middle son is my stepson;had him since since age 7 when his biological dad died in the line of duty as a police chief. He has a son but doesn’t share my last name. Saddens me to think of it. I had 3 brothers, 2 of them had girls and the youngest never married. They’re all deceased.
My Dad died at 71 from a heart attack in '04 after a year of failing health. Way too soon for me, I miss him everyday. We spent a lot of time together and I have lots of great memories. I am lucky to have a son and a new grandson to carry on the family name. I plan to spend as much time as I can with both of them. I hope they will have great memories of me when I am gone.
.280 AI Fan
"I don't make jokes, I just watch the government and report the facts" Will Rogers
I have one son and one grandson. I had 3 brothers. None of them had kids. 2 brothers left. My one daughter had a girl. Out of all of my cousins only a couple had boys and the last I knew, none of the boys had kids or they had girls. It all boils down to my grandson.
He's 9 and I'm not going to drop a big guilt trip on him. Unless there is one out there I don't know about, he's the last of 5 generations in this country to carry on the name.
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For liberals and anarchists, power and control is opium, selling envy is the fastest and easiest way to get it. TRR. American conservative. Never trust a white liberal. Malcom X Current NRA member.
My father had a huge 90th birthday party and died two weeks later of pneumonia.
He was struck blind at 82, so I took him out to lunch every saturday for 8 years.
What crushed me was when the hospital turned up the painkiller and turned down the Oxygen... I knew they were killing him.
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self. -Ernest Hemingway The man who makes no mistakes does not usually make anything.-- Edward John Phelps
I envy you guys who had good relationships with your fathers. Mine never had one with me. I'm grateful to him for lots of things. He did feed me, but I worked hard for my room and board. It did me good though. Dad just never had any spare time because he was either working or chasing strange tail. Mom put up with a lot over the years, and I watched her cry a lot. I never hated dad, just never spent any time with him.
He's still alive,80 and hasn't spoken to me in 6 years except when I was going through a bad financial time, wife had acquired 100K in CC debt, he tried to low ball me on a piece of land and equipment I was selling. I wish him well, but I would hate to have so little to do with my children and grandchildren. BTW Dad only lives about 20 minuets away. Yes, I did try just visiting him myself, but honestly, he isn't happy to see you and he will try to take advantage of you if possible. I still wish him well though.
Didn’t really care much or miss my adopted dad he passed in 1996 Met my sperm donor later in life he passed in 2022 didnt give a rats ass bout him actually wish never met him
We might have to be neighbors, but I don’t have to be neighborly. John Chisum
If he is still alive be glad you have your dad. I found mine after he committed suicide in '74. Long time without him. He never met his grandson. And no, time doesn't heal all wounds. Again enjoy them if you have them. RZ.
Socialism is a philosophy of failure, the creed of ignorance, and the gospel of envy. Its inherent virtue is the equal sharing of misery. Winston Churchill.
My father was a Christian man, devoted husband, loving father and great caregiver to my sister and mom. He found his dream job in early 1970, however, he didn't accrue vacation time until one year of service and worked most Saturdays during hunting season. Christmas morning in 1970 I was gifted my first firearm - an Ithaca Model 29 .22 LR. Our plan was to go on my first hunting trip ever for squirrels that next day, after since it was Saturday and dad didn't have to work. Early that next morning, he was stricken with a cerebral aneurysm. He was 41 and I was 12 years old. Medical science circa 1970 wasn't what it is today. He was rushed to the hospital in a horrible snow storm and underwent brain surgery. Sadly, he was left permanently disabled (both physically and mentally) and unable to work or fully function the rest of his life. Our amazing mom cared for him for 25 years - at home. Further, she even took me hunting in some cold, miserable conditions until family friends were able to after I turned age 14. He passed in 1996.
Fellow hunters and outdoorsmen/women - regardless of your differences, treasure every outing and moment with your family. I can't tell you how many times I regret never being able to hunt with my dad.
