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My condolences to you and your family.

You have a lifetime of memories from the past, and a lifetime in your future to enjoy every one of them over and over again.
He will always be there.

bosco
 
I am sorry for your loss Yooper. My mother died 2 years ago, it is never easy losing a parent. My thoughts and prayers are for you and yours, my heart goes out to you!
 
That homebrew ****.... But completely supportive of you. That's what makes a great Dad. Sorry for your loss.
 
Yooper,

My sincerest sympathy on you and your family's loss. My own Father passed last August rather unexpectedly. He went into the hospital with a skin infection in his leg, developed sepsis and suffered a massive heart attack (his third). Something told me that I needed to be there when he went into the hospital, and i'm glad I dropped everything and drove the seven hours back to my home town to do that. I got to visit with him the day before and he seemed fine. Joking, watching preseason football and being his typical Dad-self. My Mother had just visited him that morning and I was going in that afternoon. I'd stopped at a restaurant to grab a bite of lunch when we got the call that he'd passed. It pretty much floored us. As the executor of his will, there was a ton of paperwork to investigate, go over and file. My Mother was in no condition to do it all so most of the grunt work fell to my Sister and I. The family did their best to help with all of that. I'm sure yours is doing the same.

Know this. Just after I returned home to my Wife and children, I was watching the baby in our living room. She was about a year and a half old at the time and was playing with some of her toys while I drank my morning coffee. Out of the blue, she stood up and came over to the sofa where I was sitting, saying, "Grandpa!" She repeated it several times when she climbed into my lap. At the time, I just chalked it up as being odd and didn't think anything more of it.

Later that afternoon, my Wife and I had gone out grocery shopping. When we got home, our oldest Daughter (who was babysitting for us) told us that she'd taken the baby to the changing table to change her diaper. She said that the baby was staring up at a corner of the ceiling and started saying, "Grandpa!" She said that the baby wouldn't stop giggling and laughing, and said that it was the strangest thing she'd ever seen. I hadn't told anyone about what the baby had said to me earlier that morning.

You might call us crazy, but we really do believe we had a little visit from my Father. I firmly believe that there is something after death, although i'm not quite sure what. What I do suspect is that we have the ability to return after we've died and crossed over, and that Dad paid us a little visit to check up on how we were all doing.

Upon telling my Mother about this, it was enough to help her perk up a little and now she's relocating down to our neck of the woods in Florida to be close to her youngest grandbaby, our Daughter.

I can offer you my empathy as well as my sympathy. It is a tremendous loss, yet you will find your way through it. Keep an eye out for signs that he's around, and know that he's looking out for you as much as you think about him. :)
 
I am so sorry for your loss Yooper. My thoughts are with you and your family.
 
Sorry for your loss, Yooper. Sending positive thoughts your way.
 
Thank you all for the kind words- and those of you who remembered his favorite beer!

He has two 30 packs of Genny here, so I'll take them home for Bob and I.

Here's something that I want to share with all of you. He had a habit of opening a beer, and turning the pop top about 1/2 way so he could identify his beer.

He'd drink a bit of it, and then pop it back in the fridge for later.

When I got here on Friday, about 18 hours after he was found, I opened the fridge. On the shelf, there was an opened Genny, with the top turned about 1/2 way. We assume that he opened the beer, sipped on it, and then put it aside for later. He was found at 6:30 PM, sleeping in his chair.

Neither my brother or I could bear to pour it out. So on Saturday, when my dad's brothers and families started arriving, we pulled it out. My brother, sister-in-law, and I cracked open our own beers, and clinked cans with my dad's and drank to him.
That can had been in his hand, sipped on by him, and was ready for him after his nap.

That was the last time I had a beer with my dad.
 
i'm glad you did get to drink a final toast with/to him. hopefully, it'll be a fond memory that will help ease the pain. that really is way too young to be taken. my prayers are with you
 
Neither my brother or I could bear to pour it out. So on Saturday, when my dad's brothers and families started arriving, we pulled it out. My brother, sister-in-law, and I cracked open our own beers, and clinked cans with my dad's and drank to him.
That can had been in his hand, sipped on by him, and was ready for him after his nap.

That was the last time I had a beer with my dad.

Think I have something in my eye...
 
Yooper, I am so sorry for your loss. Grab on to those memories and never let them go.
I lost my dad in 1997 and he was just 66, just retired and enjoying his family and grandchildren. His funeral was in our church and we had it just 2 days after he passed.
The church was filled to capacity and there was a line outside the church to get in almost a block long. It lasted longer than I could bare but the amount of people who loved and respected him helped our family in ways no words, pictures or thoughts ever could.

To this day, almost 15 years later, thinking of him can bring tears to this grown-ass man. But, that's good because if you're still feeling a loss after a long while, that just shows how much love there was. And, I do believe you will see him again one day.
 
Thank you all for the kind words- and those of you who remembered his favorite beer!

He has two 30 packs of Genny here, so I'll take them home for Bob and I.

Here's something that I want to share with all of you. He had a habit of opening a beer, and turning the pop top about 1/2 way so he could identify his beer.

He'd drink a bit of it, and then pop it back in the fridge for later.

When I got here on Friday, about 18 hours after he was found, I opened the fridge. On the shelf, there was an opened Genny, with the top turned about 1/2 way. We assume that he opened the beer, sipped on it, and then put it aside for later. He was found at 6:30 PM, sleeping in his chair.

Neither my brother or I could bear to pour it out. So on Saturday, when my dad's brothers and families started arriving, we pulled it out. My brother, sister-in-law, and I cracked open our own beers, and clinked cans with my dad's and drank to him.
That can had been in his hand, sipped on by him, and was ready for him after his nap.

That was the last time I had a beer with my dad.

That's awesome Yooper. What a fitting send off.
 
He must've been a good,honest,hard working guy to be taken at 69. Same age my father died. He waited till after midnight,Oct 10th,mom's birthday,to give up the ghost. He didn't want her to have a bad birthday.
The loss of a father is a hard blow. I know it was for me. Everytime I here a scotsman playin amazing grace on the pipes,it gets me. They're not just fathers,but can be great friends as well in many hobbies & such. He also brewed beer,so I guess brewing is my way of keeping up some things in his memory. Something like that for you in the Genny cream...
 
Didn't see this until now. My only remaining grandmother passed away a few months back and a very good friend died suddenly at 54 a couple weeks before Christmas, one year short of his retirement, leaving his college age daughter, who I'd seen grow from a small child of only five or six years old. What comforted me during that time was the happy and sometimes side splitting memories, particularly in the case of my friend, that still remain. I hope you find comfort in the good memories as well!
 
Thank you, everyone. I really appreciate the kind words. I'm back home now, after driving 700+ miles yesterday.

Leaving his house yesterday was one of the hardest things I've ever done. I was three when he and my mom bought that house, and he lived there ever since.

I will miss him greatly.
 
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