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Rest Well Dad.....
10 years ago
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Some of you may or may not know that on Saturday the 24th of October, at 4:40pm EDT my dad passed away. He had been battling NASH Non-Alcoholic SeatoHepatitis. It is a form of cirrhosis of the liver that does not stem from alcohol abuse. It is a very serious illness and one that is still not completely understood. Since mid-September my dad has been hospitalized due to an infection in his belly. This is caused by the drainage tube that was inserted into his belly to allow them to drain off excess ascites fluid that builds up as the failed liver is unable to process things properly.
Maybe I should start at the beginning. My dad was an amazing man. We have never encountered a person ever who has said anything bad about him. His coworkers loved him, his family loved him, friends loved him, and he was just one of those people who made you feel like you were the most important person in the room when you were talking to him. Dad was always quick with a quirky joke and he was a fountain of knowledge. Seriously, ask any fur that has met him and they will tell you that there was not a subject he didn’t know about. He could do it all.
My dad was born on a small farm in the town of Killam Alberta in 1948. He grew up working hard, and learned an incredible amount of discipline and work ethic there on that small farm. When he was 18 my dad told his father that he no longer wanted to go to school so his father told him if he was not in school he had to join the military. My dad signed up the next day.
In the military he learned the trade of carpentry, getting his red seal through the military. He worked all over Canada and even had a 6 month station in Bermuda rebuilding a base there. While in the military he met my mom and well they got married, had my brother then me and shortly after I was born he left the Air Force to work in civilian life.
He did everything from construction, to teaching shop class, to working at a golf course before he finally landed a job at a nylon facility.
My dad did it all. I think of him as a Renaissance man. He could build you a house from scratch, weld your car, bake you a hell of a cake, and then speak effortlessly on writers like Asimov, Tolken, and Chaucer.
He is now gone. I just hope that I can live to be even HALF the man that he was. These will be quite big shoes to fill… I just hope I am ready.
Maybe I should start at the beginning. My dad was an amazing man. We have never encountered a person ever who has said anything bad about him. His coworkers loved him, his family loved him, friends loved him, and he was just one of those people who made you feel like you were the most important person in the room when you were talking to him. Dad was always quick with a quirky joke and he was a fountain of knowledge. Seriously, ask any fur that has met him and they will tell you that there was not a subject he didn’t know about. He could do it all.
My dad was born on a small farm in the town of Killam Alberta in 1948. He grew up working hard, and learned an incredible amount of discipline and work ethic there on that small farm. When he was 18 my dad told his father that he no longer wanted to go to school so his father told him if he was not in school he had to join the military. My dad signed up the next day.
In the military he learned the trade of carpentry, getting his red seal through the military. He worked all over Canada and even had a 6 month station in Bermuda rebuilding a base there. While in the military he met my mom and well they got married, had my brother then me and shortly after I was born he left the Air Force to work in civilian life.
He did everything from construction, to teaching shop class, to working at a golf course before he finally landed a job at a nylon facility.
My dad did it all. I think of him as a Renaissance man. He could build you a house from scratch, weld your car, bake you a hell of a cake, and then speak effortlessly on writers like Asimov, Tolken, and Chaucer.
He is now gone. I just hope that I can live to be even HALF the man that he was. These will be quite big shoes to fill… I just hope I am ready.
I'm really sorry to hear that your dad isn't with you anymore. He sounds like a wonderful person, and I have so much respect for people who are that well-rounded in skills and insights. I know you'll carry him with you for the rest of your life, and while I have spent a lot less time with you than I would like, I see an intelligent, wise, and kind-hearted person that any father would be proud of.
I'm thinking of you.