My father passed away on the 4th. He was the type that always fought for the underdog and got along with all. I was not his biological son, but when my real father found that my mother was pregnant, he moved back to Scotland. After I was born, my mother ended up marrying Bill and he adopted me when I was an infant.
He was always hard on me, but I think it made me what I am today. My father (Bill) was a giant of a man standing 6'8" and weighing 345 lbs. During the Vietnam war, my father tried to join the Marine Corp and the Army and was refused by both due to his size.
When I graduated from high school, I decided to join the Navy. My father's persistance with me to be successful and strive for greater things, pushed me to go into SpecWar. After coming home as a disabled vet my dad a I grew closer. When he reached the age of 67, he found out that he had COPD and Cirrousis of the Liver. I slowly watched him decline in health. Over the last three years I watched him dwindle to a 6'5" 114 lb. man. He drew his last breath at 4:20 am.
I've typed more here than I placed in his obituary. I don't know why, but I think it's due to the comradery on this site. I'm not good at typing things like this, so it may read a little short and out of sequence. I needed Greg Langelius to word and type this, he has a gift for wording things.
I hope no one would ever have to experience, a loved one go through this process.
Dad, I love you! Thank you for all you've done for me.
He was always hard on me, but I think it made me what I am today. My father (Bill) was a giant of a man standing 6'8" and weighing 345 lbs. During the Vietnam war, my father tried to join the Marine Corp and the Army and was refused by both due to his size.
When I graduated from high school, I decided to join the Navy. My father's persistance with me to be successful and strive for greater things, pushed me to go into SpecWar. After coming home as a disabled vet my dad a I grew closer. When he reached the age of 67, he found out that he had COPD and Cirrousis of the Liver. I slowly watched him decline in health. Over the last three years I watched him dwindle to a 6'5" 114 lb. man. He drew his last breath at 4:20 am.
I've typed more here than I placed in his obituary. I don't know why, but I think it's due to the comradery on this site. I'm not good at typing things like this, so it may read a little short and out of sequence. I needed Greg Langelius to word and type this, he has a gift for wording things.
I hope no one would ever have to experience, a loved one go through this process.
Dad, I love you! Thank you for all you've done for me.
