From all of us dads—-Thanks!

I think the following somewhat captures it:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jMPvKpA0xfs&feature=related

He wrote,”I’ve had a wonderful life, but I’ve come to the end of the trail.” His choice and I will honer and respect it until I pass. His Parkinson’s doctor said,”I hope he died with a fishing pole in his hand.” He darn near did. Fished for trout until 2-days before his death, April 1996.

He also wrote that,”I think that when we die, that’s it. But IF I’m wrong I don’t believe the Great Spirit will hold it against me.”

Thank God for you and Mom., Pop. Whenever Nena and I get to the Eastern High Sierras of California and I walk out into the tall pines, I can hear her laughter and you calling to Pat and me,”C’mon boys, they’re biting down by the waterfall!” The high crags and waters are where the three of you are. I always know it.

If cold enough, he had a fire blazing in the kitchen/dining room fireplace. Even with the furnace, the house was cold on winter mornings. That taught me to get dressed right out of bed, a good habit to learn.