Feb 23, 2013 - 1:27 am
Your loving messages over the past couple of days were beyond eanything I could have hoped for. Sadly, Dad died last night. My husband, sister, brother, and brother-in-law, and I were there and with him as he was removed from the c-PAP. 1940s music softly played and he moved a bit to Glenn Miller's "String of Pearls." Sedation and pain meds let him say what needed to be said and it was awfully nice to hear him clearly say, "I... had... a ...good ...life."
I want you all to know you were with us every step of the way. I read him your entries and when faced with a new situation, Dad would insist I check with his "cancer buddies."
I wish you could have met this most incredible man.
Born in 1918, he graduated high school in 1935. During the depression he made money by pickling produce, delivering Western Union telegrams by bicycle, planting trees for the Forest Service for 5 cents and hour and--his FAVORITE job--selling real silk hosiery to the town ladies!
He was in WWII Army-Air Corps, Pacific Theater: China-Burma-India. He flew the Hump, and fixed or flew attack planes. advance and primary trainers, bombers, basic trainers, cargo carriers and the pursuit.
He married, had four children, worked hard and played fair.
I am numb and will miss this man I lovingly called, "My Dude."
May God bless you all on your journey...