Dad passed on December 1 - at about 5 pm. He would have been 91 the day after Christmas.
He was born at home on a family Montana homestead in 1918 during the horrible flu epedemic. He was one of 8 children and his mother died when he was 16. He was then not able to finish high school, but went to work to help with the 2 younger children so they could finish. Education was important to him. He loved my mother with all of his heart - his face would light up when she entered the room. That never changed.
He taught me to draw as a child. We drew many pictures of horses together. He taught me geometry when it didn't make sense. He would give it meaning from his memory of the "postulates and theorems". He taught me the Gettysburg Address from his memory when we rode to town to take wheat to sell at the elevator. He taught me to love family and work hard. He always said, "never make decisions of the heart based on finances".
I love him and I will miss seeing him, but I know he will always be with me.
I love you, Dad.