Let me start with this: I don't own a journal so I'm using B&B to log my thoughts and feelings. I apologize if what I type is a sensitive subject for anyone.
I'm afraid I'll forget what a great man he was.
My father unexpectedly passed away on Thursday, July 2nd 2015 at the young age of 70. He is survived by my mother (his wife of 44 incredible years), his two younger sisters, as well as my brother and myself.
He was running errands alone and was found in his vehicle in the bank parking lot. He was on his way to my shop to help do a few repairs, and very sadly he never arrived.
The medical examiner and my dad's doctor agreed there was enough evidence to safely say he had a heart attack or an arrhythmia that was strong enough to stop his heart. Whatever happened, it happened quick. That's the one thing giving me comfort at this point.
He was the fix-it guy in the family. He knew how to do just about anything. Cars, carpentry, electrical, plumbing, landscaping, anything. I never had an interest in learning much of that because I knew he would be around to help when I decided it was time to learn.
He was a retired high school Math and Science teacher. His passion was reading. He was always under the impression that you can never learn too much and was well versed on US and global politics.
He was born in Hamilton, Ontario Canada and moved to California with his family when he was about 10 years old.
He "adopted" two daughters (My wife, and my brothers wife). My mother said he always wanted daughters and was happy to have our ladies around the house so often.
I always assumed he would be around to see grandchildren. He would have made a great grandpa.
This is the last photo taken of us together, at my wedding on 5/29/2015
Thank you for letting me share. He is missed greatly.
I'm afraid I'll forget what a great man he was.
My father unexpectedly passed away on Thursday, July 2nd 2015 at the young age of 70. He is survived by my mother (his wife of 44 incredible years), his two younger sisters, as well as my brother and myself.
He was running errands alone and was found in his vehicle in the bank parking lot. He was on his way to my shop to help do a few repairs, and very sadly he never arrived.
The medical examiner and my dad's doctor agreed there was enough evidence to safely say he had a heart attack or an arrhythmia that was strong enough to stop his heart. Whatever happened, it happened quick. That's the one thing giving me comfort at this point.
He was the fix-it guy in the family. He knew how to do just about anything. Cars, carpentry, electrical, plumbing, landscaping, anything. I never had an interest in learning much of that because I knew he would be around to help when I decided it was time to learn.
He was a retired high school Math and Science teacher. His passion was reading. He was always under the impression that you can never learn too much and was well versed on US and global politics.
He was born in Hamilton, Ontario Canada and moved to California with his family when he was about 10 years old.
He "adopted" two daughters (My wife, and my brothers wife). My mother said he always wanted daughters and was happy to have our ladies around the house so often.
I always assumed he would be around to see grandchildren. He would have made a great grandpa.
This is the last photo taken of us together, at my wedding on 5/29/2015
Thank you for letting me share. He is missed greatly.