My Father passed a couple of weeks after his 91st birthday. He was sitting in the library reading Stephen Ambrose's book Citizen Soldiers and just stopped living on a cold winter's afternoon.
I miss him, but he was always a distant figure and worked far from home until I was 12, so I never really bonded with him. He has a big gun collector, reloader, target and 'chuck shooter, but only a casual hunter. The only reason that he hunted was to hang out with the crew who were all WW2 Marines. He was a hard man, not mean, but he did things his way and anyone who got in the way either moved or took a chance of getting run over, nothing personal, just business.
