I've got a long entry in the works but just wanted to check in. My dad is indeed dead, this is not a drill. We'd kind of hoped someone got it wrong and himself would set up and say "oh stop it. All of you. Send me home I need to pay Keno."
Here is the obituary. It reveals a lot name wise of me and mine, I am slightly reluctant to post it but. For posterity's sake. There you go.
My dad had an amazing head of white hair. He would brush it up and everyone loved it. He always said he didn't have grey hair, he was platinum blonde.
This photo is me hugging him at their anniversary party 7 years ago. I don't think we need our faces. And I have to say it was nice to hug my dad.
My childhood with him wasn't great. He and my mother fought hard. We kids hated it and we'd fight too. I was raised by an angry woman and an alcoholic who loved to push her buttons.
For a man I never imagined would make it through his 50s, having him to age 83 was pretty great. I learned a lot about him after I grew up and moved away. I've got aunts and cousins and people who know his story, and they shared it with me. And he did too.
Anyway, I will outline the adventure since Friday because there are some good vignettes to share. Until then, go through your photos, organize things, and have stuff handy for days like where we will be on Friday. Make life easy on yourself.
And you'll find treasures like this picture.
As our girl C said the other day, we're of an age when we lose people. I'm so sorry... I'll be following your footsteps in the not-too-distant future and I still can't make myself think about it. I know it's a lot to handle and face, but I know you can. What a blessing to have a sister to do it with. May your father's memory be eternal.
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