My Dad passed away yesterday (July 31, 2011). He’d lived a good long life. He was 96 years old and we were so lucky that even in mid-July, at a family wedding, he was able to enjoy meeting his first great-grandson. I am beginning to understand that there is a lot of processing to do when a parent dies, even when that parent has lived so long and it was the right time.
This photo of him is dated April 27, 1916-
There aren’t too many family photos with him because he, of course, was usually behind the camera.
I have a lot of good memories and photos of him with the grandkids.
And here he is, just a few weeks ago. (July 16. 2011). I’m glad we were able to have a happy day so recently.
I suspect that posting will be spotty for a bit. I was down in Connecticut for several days already, back for a few and then away again later this week. I need to plan for Renegade in Chicago in September but it might not be my priority.
–update– here is his obit.