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Originally Posted by Tantric Rex
those are times you cant get back.
Your dad still around?
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Nah - he checked out early like his dad. Too young. He was 61. In 4 years I will be his age. Hard to believe.
I was mowing the lawn out here in OR. Phone rang. He'd had a massive stroke in the brain stem. They got him to the hospital down in FL and he was complaining of feeling drunk and it was pissing him off. His brain didn't function for more than 45 minutes more. I flew down with my brothers and we were there the next morning. We got to hang out with him for a little bit. He still had ink on his hands from where he had been writing. Still smelled like dad. He looked like he was just taking a nap. He had signed up to be a donor so they needed a couple of days to line everyone up. I guess he helped 6 people out with various bits and pieces including the heart.
At his service, I handed out sharpies and had everyone write whatever they wanted on his coffin. I put a copy of Shel Silversteins "Where the Sidewalk Ends" with him. We visited a couple of years ago. He was always taking Maalox so I broke some Maalox tabs up on his grave. Also dropped trou and shot a moon. He would have been disappointed if one of his boys didn't do something stupid. I'm the oldest so the job fell to me.
I miss him and am sad that the grandkids didn't get to spend more time with him. He was a good man with a big heart.