Home Forums Hunting & Shooting Hunter's Campfire After my Dad died.

My life sort of started out new again.

Any of you folks?

Just turned a page in life for me

Kinda thinking that’s what’s gonna happen when mine passes.

Some folks might try to see how dumb you are.

It occurred to me that I'm the last domino in the Raab chain. When I go, there's nobody to carry on the name.

Gilbert is the last here, It only takes one.
Even if you a not religious, look up the story of Aberham, and Issac.

Is that what happend to you?

Mine passed way too early at 59. I took him fishing that morning and had lunch with him. He passed from a heart attack that evening. I still miss him and it has been 28 years

Some one might post, Wayfaring Stranger.

Same here. My brother died in 2006 at the age of 45yo. His son died in 2014 at 25yo. I had 2 daughters, so the family name ends with me. We just put my mom in hospice 2 weeks ago. I'll be the last one standing.

Sumwon mite knot

-Confucius

Dad died in 2013, one week short of 90. He REALLY wanted to make it to 90. Dad had been in remarkably good health most of his life, but he passed out 13 months before he died. His heart simply stopped for 30 seconds or so and he revived on his own. He spent about a month in the hospital getting a pacemaker and rehab.

He never really got over that. The last year of his life was a struggle that was hard to watch. He made his peace and was ready to go. Knowing that and watching him struggle made his passing easier.

I keep asking people to wear a PFD on water. My Dad drowned on Wabigoon Lake in 1984.

His boat sink?

Why don't you ask them to take swimming lessons instead?

Were you guys born azzwipes, or did you decide to become one?

5 min open and shut case study

Rocky, God told Aberham to kill, sacrifice his only son Issac. Aberham was going to do it.

Aw shucks Rokky, i'n sowry.

Can we be frens and talk Aberham n' Issac :>?

My dad passed in 2001 at 84yo, he was ready and he told me after a heart attack and his last of 2 heart stents and recovery was very hard for him and he said "no more" but he went 3yrs after the heart attack. Gave me time to spend with him telling me about his family's immigration from Italy, and a little about the war, it was a fun time but it was still a hard time. He was a first generation American and proud of it and a WW2 combat vet from the South Pacific islands. Died sitting in his pickup when taking the trash out to a dumpster about 1/4 mile from the house.

I was 47yo and had 2 boys in high school, when they stayed with him and my Mom he took them fishing and shooting, and taught them to drive his old Ford stick pickup when they were underage, he'd drive down to the end of the driveway out of sight from the house so my mom couldn't see and stop and switch places with them, they would drive him 30 miles to the nearest town to a store/bakery and get fresh bread and ice cream.

I've already had my 9yo grandson out driving my 47 Willys 3 speed, got 3 more Gkids to teach when they get tall enough. Take them shooting, fishing, out to get ice cream every chance I get. Ride mini bikes with them.

Things do change..............enjoy life while you got it.