I know I said I wouldn’t run on about my dad’s passing away, but I lied. There’s more I want to say.
The celebration was of Dad’s life was held at the home he shared with my stepmother, Edith, in Grand Coulee, Washington. We gathered in the place he loved–his yard, in the midst of his lovely flowers. The crowd was big, and there were military honors, since my dad served in the United States Marine Corps, and was among the forces invading Iwo Jima. My cousin, J.D., sang and played his guitar–I know Dad loved that, as we did.… Read More »