One great dad
This is mostly a placeholder. I have a lot to say, but not enough time to say it.
My father passed away friday night from a massive heart attack. He was 73 and married to my mother for 51+ years.
He's being buried in national cemetary in Keokuk, IA tomorrow.
He was not always an easy man to like, but he always had my love and respect. He did the best he could for his kids and his wife. That meant working long hours, being the disciplinarian and being the loudest voice at any event my brother and I participated.
He loved life. He loved sports. He loved eating. He loved his family. And I will miss him.
My father passed away friday night from a massive heart attack. He was 73 and married to my mother for 51+ years.
He's being buried in national cemetary in Keokuk, IA tomorrow.
He was not always an easy man to like, but he always had my love and respect. He did the best he could for his kids and his wife. That meant working long hours, being the disciplinarian and being the loudest voice at any event my brother and I participated.
He loved life. He loved sports. He loved eating. He loved his family. And I will miss him.