Thank you to everyone who participated in some way. From attending to sending your kind thoughts.
My father was a great man. For those of you who missed the Funeral I will share one last funny story about a great man.
My Dad loved to go Fishing and he loved to take his kids.
I remember one of the very first times he took me fishing we went to Scofield Reservoir. Dad had just bought a brand new pole. He told me to stick near my pole in case I got a bite. I was very young at the time and you know how young boys are. I walked around throwing rocks and doing what little boys do. I found myself about 40 yards away from my pole and looking back on where the pole was I could see it bobbing up and down. I yelled for my Dad who was only about 15 feet away from the pole. It did not matter. Just then the pole shot like a lightning bolt into the water. Well my Dad was not about to let the pole he just bought get away. Next thing I know my Dad dives into the icy cold water to grab the pole. He got it!
He never yelled at me. I still remember that part. And in fact I remember laughing about it with him as he emptied his wallet out onto the rocks to dry everything out.
My dad and I struggled a bit on the wild.
One last short story. He took me deer hunting one time and we were walking through the trees. He told me to stand behind him about 20 feet and to the side of him about 10. As we walked through these trees we heard something coming over the hill. He told me to get ready. Just then two doe came flying over the top of the hill at a lightning speed. One was headed right for me and just before it got to me it turned and bound away. The look on my face must have been priceless because as I focused on my father he was laughing so hard he dropped to the ground. He laughed for about 15 minutes...I was still in shock. That was still one of his favorite stories to tell all the way up to the end.
Dad thank you for the great memories. I love you so much.
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