[Mojave]

My father was an average working man who struggled to keep a roof over our heads and food on the table. One time he pulled the family car over to the side of the highway and climbed into the cab of a wrecked truck so that he could apply a makeshift tourniquet to what remained of the driver's severed arm in order to stop the man from pleading to death. Another time he crawled into an overturned station wagon to pull a mother and child to safety.

He died of cancer. Beyond an obituary in the local paper, there was no media notice of his death. No maudlin tears, no breathless praise.

There's a difference between a man and a villain. I'll waste no sympathy on the latter.

[Albion Wilde]

...He died of cancer. Beyond an obituary in the local paper, there was no media notice of his death. No maudlin tears, no breathless praise.

Well said. How wonderful for you and your children that you had a dad you could truly respect and admire. God bless him where he is, and thank you for your words of praise for such a man.