May 2010

Dear Friend,

Well the last 3 months have been nothing short of hectic. I have put many, many miles on my car going to Vernon and back to help Judy with Dad. I want to really thank the people I work with-Heather, Mary, Dennis and Frank especially for their kindness and generosity. Without their support I could not have done anything.

As most of you know, Dad had spent the last 2 months pretty much bedridden and after his last hospital stay, we decided to call in Hospice. They really helped us and we very much appreciate all they did.

Friends and associates often ask how I am or am I okay. The answer is yes! I miss both of my parents all the time, but I have a such a wonderful picture that I carry in my heart and my mind of the joyful reunion my parents shared a couple of weeks ago, that it supercedes all my wishes and desires. I know that my parents had both fulfilled their earthly missions and it was time for them to join our family and friends on the other side of the veil.

Although we were all grateful that Dad held on until Spring, we did have to deal with fierce winds up on the mountain on the day we said our goodbyes. Because of the winds, we didn’t get a lot of good pictures of friends and family that shared this special time with us bit I would like to share a few with you now.

The flower arrangement had some of Dad’s tools-schrewdriver, level, some nuts and bolts and a few other items.

The shadow box in the center contained his collected military medals, his US Army issued drivers license for special wartime equipment and the open book at the bottom of the photo is his Senior Yearbook from Gilbert High School. The school, parents and Seniors did not have the money to pay for the binding of the Yearbook so Dad made his own from a couple of pieces of wood and a piece of leather to tie it together. That was Dad…”use whatever you have available to make it work”.

The last time we will follow Dad into a Chapel.

Friends and Family gather at the cemetary for the last good-by and the dedication of the grave.

Until later,

Love Jan