My father's death

My father died 2/17/2012. Less than two days after we left to go to Organ Pipe National Monument.

We would have spent four days in Mesa if our old truck hadn't broken down. Because it did, we spent 12. I saw him every day except one, when Vicky and my mom were both ill from the flu.

I'm so glad the truck chose to break down when it did. I guess you never know.

Here is his obituary.

Tomorrow we leave for our next stop. We have people coming in stages to take care of my mother. We'll be back in 3 weeks.

I had a real Dad. He always showed up for me, and for all of us. I am a fortunate man. I loved him.

How many people, when they are 90, hear someone say, the day before they die "I love you. Goodnight sweetie?"