On Sunday, April 3rd, late in the afternoon, my Daddy went to join my Mama and my oldest brother. He was in the hospital battling pneumonia, but he passed away peacefully with my brother and me, and my husband, at his side. He was 88. Today we finished the arrangements for the funeral for our Dad. It will be a graveside service at 11:00 a.m. on Saturday, April 9th.
He was a pilot in WWII, and also served in the reserves, then was stationed in Wiesbaden, Germany, where I was born. After he retired from a lifetime of service to our country, we all located to Norman, Oklahoma, where I grew up.
Daddy was a great dad. There aren't words enough to express how wonderful, except that he loved everyone, and he never met a stranger.
But it's all okay. I know my dad was greeted by my mom and brother, and guided onwards. I see them all in their prime, happy and vibrant, and I know that all is good.