It’s been almost a year since my dad passed away.  He had covid.  And heart disease.  And COPD.  And diabetes.  And it ended with a stroke.  Quickly.  As he had always hoped he would go.  It was tough to lose him.

Here’s a voice mail he left me during the winter before he passed:

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He was always concerned about me getting up the driveway when it snowed.  Sometimes he would help me get the car parked somewhere and drive me up in his truck.  On this particular day my car ended up making it!

When I was an elementary school teacher, my dad visited to teach about the civil war:

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In the weeks that followed we sorted through tons of photos, going back decades.  He lived a long life.  He was 86.