My Father Is Dying

[Bob Schroeck]

I am briefly home between a weekend of being emotional support for my mother, and two days of ritual and ceremony celebrating my father's life. Peggy and I
will be driving down for the viewing tomorrow morning, staying over with my mother tomorrow night, and attending the actual funeral Tuesday morning.

There's been an interesting development -- in going through papers a couple days before his passing, my sister and I found a letter to my father from a
local schoolboy, sent back in November as part of a Veteran's Day assignment in his class. I composed a reply the day after Dad died, and on Friday morning
hand-delivered it to the school. I've been in touch with the teacher via e-mail, and I'm looking forward to seeing the response of the class to our
letter.

If anyone's interested, the funeral home is hosting a (temporary) page for my dad: http://www.oliveriefuneralhome.com/ -- click on my father's name in the "Current Visitation" list on
the bottom left. (And the controls to shut off the music are on the top right.)
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.