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Very sad news. I am so sorry for your loss. It sounds like he was not in pain and did not suffer, with half a beer in him -which is pretty much how I would want to go.

We don't get Gennys out here but I will drink a Hamm's today with the tab rotated, and think of you guys.
Hugs,
Wendy
 
Very sorry for your loss Yooper.

"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."

...sniff...
 
...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 so very sorry for your loss. He sounds like a helluva guy. You do him great honor by being the person you are and remembering him as you do.

I read your post, began crying and El Hubbo was alarmed. So, of course, I had to read it to him. Now we BOTH have something in our eye. Dammit.
 
I completely understand the toast with the open can. That tugged a heart-string with me too.

After my dad passed in 1996, we had him cremated. My brother and I went to the funeral home to collect the remains. It was a cardboard box.

We drove across our small home town and stopped at his favorite watering hole. He knew the owner really well.

We took the box in and set it on the counter. My brother ordered three beers. The owner gave us a quizzical look, glanced at the box, raised an eyebrow and nodded.

We sat there and discussed dads life finished each of our beers and got up to leave. My brother grabbed the third glass and downed it. I looked at him with a puzzled loook like "What are you doing (drinking dad's beer) He replied to my unasked question "Dad wouldn't have wanted it to go to waste!"

I've been back to visit the grave a few times. Occasionally I'll take a beer along and pour it over the grave. I don't think it actually does anything, its just a remembrance.
 
Thank you all! I knew you would understand about the beer!

I miss him so much already. There were some things I forgot to tell him about the last time we talked (on Christmas).

And I keep thinking of those things, and then it hits me that he must already know.

Some of them are very small things, but just things I forgot to mention to him. The idea that I can't call him up and tell him now is nearly unbearable to me.
 
Some of them are very small things, but just things I forgot to mention to him. The idea that I can't call him up and tell him now is nearly unbearable to me.

I hope I am not out of place saying this, but you still have the chance to tell him those little things. Just go for a long walk and have a chat with him, in your own mind, he will be out there somewhere listening. I believe it.
 
Thank you all! I knew you would understand about the beer!

I miss him so much already. There were some things I forgot to tell him about the last time we talked (on Christmas).

And I keep thinking of those things, and then it hits me that he must already know.

Some of them are very small things, but just things I forgot to mention to him. The idea that I can't call him up and tell him now is nearly unbearable to me.

You will get a chance...when I lost my parents, I had feelings and regret of the same sort....Then one night a few weeks later, I dreamed we were just hanging out and chatting. It was very vivid and refreshing. I hope you can experience the same with the same feelings of comfort. A decade later, I still dream about my parents in the same way once in a while.

They never really leave us, remembering our parents is honoring them for what they gave us.

I am sorry for your loss, and hope you can have positive reflections :)
 
Yooper;
So sad to hear of the loss of your dad. Dads are special to us daughters so the loss can be so much harder. I used to caddie for my dad when I was 10 years old and that started my love of golf. Every time I am on a golf course and smell the grass, pick up a club, or enjoy a beverage at the 19th hole, I remember how much fun we used to have. I am sure you have similar memories that will continue to bring a smile to your face. Hold them dear and never forget.
All the best to you and your family.
Sue
 
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