This post is all about my dad, he would have been ninety years old today.
My dad was a farmer his whole life, and helped my mom raise five kids, the rest is history as they say. I think some of his happiest times, were when he was out in the field working the land, he loved that so much.
As kids, I remember my mom saying he could have been a weather man, because he could look at the sky and tell what was going to happen.
When he was much younger he played the violin, I remember how wonderful the music sounded. He only stopped later in life when his hands became so arthritic, it became difficult to carry on.
He even played in a band, they did weddings as well as other engagements.
He married the most wonderful woman in the world, my mom.
He looked so happy and proud, as did my mom. They had their whole life ahead of them.
My dad has been gone six and a half years now, he suffered from Alzheimer’s.
The night before he passed away, mom called me and said it wouldn’t be long before he went, he had stopped eating, and was sleeping all the time. The next morning I went to work, and was sitting in the parking lot having my coffee. I was very upset, and wondering if this would be the day.
As I sat, looking through the windshield, a small bird came to rest on the windshield wiper and looked at me. It sat for a moment, then flew away.
For many years my dad built bird houses, and had then all over the yard. He loved watching them live in one of his condos, as he used to call them.
Later that morning, about 10:30,I got a call from my sister, telling me that dad had passed away earlier in the morning. I believe he came to say good by to me.
He was a quiet man, who didn’t hug as often as he wanted to, but always found a way to tell me I was loved.
I cherish the memories he left us with, and I think of him often.