My father passed away April 11, 2007. He was not sick and had no health problems. It was a huge shock to many people. He worked outside and mowed the grass the day he died. He talked and laughed with no mention of feeling bad. He showered close to midnight and spoke to my mother and I. he told me bye which I found odd at the time and went to bed. We woke up without him.

Below you will see a picture of him sitting in his recliner. When he was not working outside this was his favorite place to be. He passed away in his recliner very peacefully with no pain and no struggle. He looked asleep when we found him. He went home to be with God and I am sure he is very happy. I would imagine he is building God a new thrown or helping to relay the streets of gold. I can also see him telling God that instead of the usual mansion that he would rather have a house boat out on the Crystal sea. He probably requested Fox news and Rush Limbaugh to be assessable also.

My father was an original and loved by so many. Almost every day I would come in from school or now work and talk to him. Nightly we would all eat dinner together and talk about our day. Then I would walk over and sit down on his knee, put my arm around him, kiss his head or his cheek and play with his hair for a short time. He was always dirty from working and smelled of sweat, dog, and whatever it was he was working on. I never minded his smell or his dirt. I just sat down anyway. He would always say "pumpkin your gonna get your clothes dirty". It was worth it.

I am my fathers only natural child, but he had many nieces, nephews, other family and friends that called him dad. Everyone always would tell me that they wished he could have been there dad or that their dad had been like him. My dad left a legacy that no "man" can touch or match. My father lived his life for others and lived to make someone smile. He is the kind of man you see on TV and think never really existed. That man from the TV did exist and he was MY father.

My parents were married 54 years on January 24, 2007. Dad had his 72nd birthday on March 21, 2007. My father treated my mother and I like there was no one else in this world. He would move or stop heaven and earth to make sure we were happy. He was respectful of women and never stared or made crude comments. He was what a real man should be. He was a gentleman. He would give his seat up to a woman before she could turn to find one. He waited on me and my mother when we were sick hand and foot.

My dad was a true hero.

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