Yesterday, I went to his grave to honor him. The brass plate on his “niche” is faded now, but the memories are still fresh.
I remember the funeral like it was yesterday. It was packed, and so many old “Buttrey Food’s” colleagues were there. It was a testament for our dad who every liked.
After my second stroke, when the nurses were rushing me to the MRI room, I remembered that dark hallway. It seemed like they would never get to me even though I know they were swiftly hurrying along. At that point, I felt that my Dad was saying to me, “You will be OK.”
Who knows if that was true or if it was a figment of my imagination? But, Dad helped me in those dark hours. Just the thought of my Dad helped me so much. Thanks Dad.
Dad was a great friend, a cool guy, smart, funny, and irreverent.