Yesterday, I went to his grave to honor him. The brass plate on
his “niche” is faded now, but the memories are still fresh.

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.
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