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wake up every morning and go and check if he is up. just drove him home, 80 still working.

Hahaha!!!

Dec. 1,2017.. He was 91.. Had a good life.. Lived with a family I have known all my life..

My father died Dec. 12, 1993. He had lung cancer that was from a combination of smoking and working as a mechanic being exposed to asbestos. He had one lung removed and never left the hospital. Doctor said one of his lungs liked like a 15 year old that had never smoked one day of their life, and the other lung that was removed, looked like a 70+ year old that smoked 2-3 packs a day. My dad was 60, and I was 17 when he passed. My mom is still kicking around as he just turned 80 in June. So far she has lived longer than anyone else than one of her aunts. She's already out lived 2 of her younger sisters, by 10+ years.

my biggest fear is the morning i don't see his light on and him getting ready for work or church. i've woke him up more than once when he decided to sleep late, because i was worried.

Dec.19, 1948 Went to school AM came home for lunch and hell had broke loose, he worked derrick on an oil rig and it had hit a gas pocket which exploded and flames where 2-300 ft in the air.
Needless to say it was a closed casket funeral. I was 13 and the eldest of 5. So enjoy your father as long as you can. Cheers NC

The day my father died, when I was twelve, was the happiest day of my life.

1959 he passed.........

was just a kid......

never got to really know him.......

I was 19 years old. Dad had been in quarded intensive care for several days. He waved to us as they wheeled him back to try and stop the bleeding. He knew it was a one way trip. I'll never forget the look on his face. The tough old man finally just gave up. I never quit missing him. It's as fresh, and raw now as it ever was. Deer season is always the toughest time.

December 22 1966, I was eight, dad was 36. He left a wife and 4 kids, cancer is a bitch.

Nov 30 2006.....He had dementia and was supposed to go to a specialist to get checked out. He lost his balance on his sisters stairs and stumbled down them and hit his head on her basement floor. He never regained consciousness. We had the life support removed as his brain was swelling and he wasn't coming back. There was a bad ice storm coming in and I sent my Mom and my sister home while I sat with him.

I remember trying to get him to go deer hunting with me the week before he fell, it was something we did together for 30 years. He wouldn't get out of the house. I sat there thinking " How are we going to get through the next 10 years", unknown to me I didn't even have 10 days. Got to do the whole thing over 22 months later when my Mom got an infection that went septic.

KC

Been several years ago now. Don't recall the exact date or anything other that everyone standing around the bed looking sad and waiting for the machine to tell us when he was no longer with us.

July 24, 2014. 9:30 PM

Cancer ate him up. If he'd have fought it another 2 1/2 hours, he'd have passed on the same date as HIS dad, 40 years earlier.

It seems all fathers leave behind a lasting impact on their family.


I envy those of you who have fond memories of your Dad.


I am trying hard to give my kids memories of love acceptance and a man who couldn’t be more proud of them.

Amen brother

Yeah, it sucked schit, thanks for reminding me.

My wife and I were having problems, and she had moved out. My Dad, a widower, was on his way up to Idaho and stopped at the house in Flagstaff on his way through to spend the night. About 30 minutes before he arrived, she stopped by and served divorce papers. She left, and he arrived. I didn't tell him what had just happened as I thought it could wait until his trip back through on his way home in Mesa. Didn't want to spoil his trip.

The next morning, I got up early like I always do to make breakfast for him and my daughters. While cooking breakfast and packing him his lunch, he philosophized about life like he always did. He asked what do I think heaven will be like. I said I didn't know. He said "I think it's gonna be all your questions are answered, you can be anywhere you want, and you will feel total love." His knowing my wife and I were having problems, he said, "Son, live life. Be happy. You only live 30,000 days, so make them count." I asked where he got that number, and he said math. "Figure 80 years at 400 days per year, so say 30,000. That's 30,000 dinners, breakfast, and chances to drink good coffee and good beer. Get the good stuff. Enjoy every sunrise and sunset." He borrowed my tire gauge to check his tire pressures on his new truck. Being a 20 year retired Air Force pilot, he never sped and always did equipment checks on his cars even 30 years after retiring. I told him I loved him, hugged him, he said the same to my kids and 4 and 6 year old daughters, and left.

He left the house at about 6:30AM and was killed in a car accident, being forced off the road by a southbound driver, just north of Kanab, Utah at 11:30AM the same day, May 26, 2004. He was 75. In great shape.

The next day, I went to Kanab to claim his body and get his belongings out of his truck. Climbing into that cab, was, well, not easy. My world was collapsing, and I had didn't know how I was going to survive.

Obviously, I did.

We built a memorial on the side of the road where his car came to rest.

Sept. 28th or 29th, 1981. We lost him at age 57. The emphysema from 35 years of cigarettes finally got so bad he went quietly in his sleep that night. My mom was laying in the same bed and didn't know he had passed until she got up for work that morning. She said he had gotten up in the middle of the night for a bathroom visit, came back to bed and went back to sleep. They say when the emphysema gets bad enough that your lungs can't transfer oxygen into the blood stream your body goes into shutdown mode. I was at work that morning and when my boss came walking up to me to tell me I took one look at him and knew something bad happened.

2001 july 31. Age 87. Massive heart attack. I took the long way home to buy flowers for wife and was late. She met me at door and we went to the hospital in time. My wife and he were good friends as she took on caregiving for both parents, siblings did their part too. e He was a man who could not be matched; spent his last minutes telling us of the skinny girl he met ( mom) and how he fell in love. Also words on taking care of her ,the nuts brother, and each other. Mom lasted 6 weeks, the nut went in 2003.
Since it was 2 am and I had no one else I posted on a muzzle loader forum and got many responses. There are a lot of good caring friends on forums even if we dont know them face to face
I try hard to be half the man he was and be a patriarch for what family is left

June 23 1986 11:27 A.M. 46 years old. We were logging.