My dad was only 66. Our birthdays were 6 months apart (mine December 29th, his, June 29th). He passed away on January 29th, 1997.
He had a brother who died when he and mom got married, who was only 21. Seven years later, they gave their first born his brother's first name.
So far, I've more than doubled my namesake's age (48), and I have no intentions of stopping!
posted on 09/23/2007 10:50:27 AM PDT
(I'm a liberal's worst nightmare: a redneck with a pickup, a library card, and a conceal carry permit)
It feels so strange when I think about how young he was when he died. (at least by my present perspective)
He was overseas since North Africa in 43 and did not get home until late 45, he married my mom and had 7 children, sending two of them off to college before his death.
Not bad, dad, not bad at all.
posted on 09/23/2007 10:56:21 AM PDT
(By all that you hold dear..on this good earth... I bid you stand! Men of the West!)
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