Apologies for the abrupt interruption of blogging. On June 26, my father died.
He was in a great deal of pain the night before, and in the early hours of the morning decided that he needed to get medical attention. With my mother at his side, he drove himself to the hospital. He suffered a heart attack in the emergency room and died.
Dad always did everything for himself and seldom asked for help. He celebrated his sixtieth wedding anniversary on March eighth of this year. He was seventy-eight years old.
Blogging is likely to be light as I sort things out.
The photograph of him at the top of this entry was taken around twenty-five years ago. Other than the loss of his perennial tan, he looked much the same when I last saw him on Monday at his funeral. But he wasn’t smiling.