recently I’ve been thinking of my dad…

many in my circles are struggling with parental illness and loss…

which has brought me to the place of thinking of the end of my dad’s time on earth…

he was a very special person and I loved him to pieces…

he was in Deer Lodge Hospital for quite a while as Mom couldn’t care for him properly at home any longer…

I visited him every day… the hospital is close to home so it just took minutes to get there… it was a busy time in our lives… the girls were in elementary school and I spent a great deal of time volunteering as well as looking after them…

when I think back I can remember very little of what happened… I was with dad when he died… I remember that… I don’t remember much else of the next few days… I think I went to pieces inside, although that wasn’t visible on the outside…

I do remember that the afternoon of his memorial the kids were in the car on their own, which they weren’t supposed to do, and it rolled down the driveway and across the street hitting our neighbour’s classic car… thank goodness no one was hurt because it was a beautiful spring day and there were tons of kids playing out there…

interesting because that’s all I can remember…

this is the last picture that we took of him…

without his teeth in, lol…