Wednesday, May 23, 2018
Memories from his daughter: Sitting on my Dad's lap on Sunday afternoons while he read me the comics in the Sunday papers: Blondie and Dagwood, Dick Tracy, the Katzenjammer Kids, and Snuffy Smith. I loved to hear his voice as I lay my head on his chest.
Giving him the elbow in his side, with a grimace on my face, as he sang LOUDLY the hymns in church in a loud harmonious voice. And he would just smile and sing all the louder to my embarrassment.
Surprising him on his 90th birthday with a barbershop quartet, warning them they would soon have to move over to fit him in the group....and he loved every minute of singing harmony with them.
Watching him over many years care for our Mom in all her sickness and our stepmom when she fell ill. He was our teacher of how to be a caregiver. And in his last few years, we taught him how to be a patient.
We love you, Dad, and in our inner circle of family, we all did our best to keep you close to us, keep you comfortable, and fill your last days with memories by songs and laughter and lots of love.