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A little more formal write-up on my Dad, now that I am not just wailing. I'm still not sure this is quite as good as what he wrote for Mom.
He was a loving father, a brilliant software engineer, a caring man, a cat-lover, a bridge player, an alienated environmentalist (as some of the movements got too extreme for him), he enjoyed camping, like my mother he loved Ireland when they went there and would have liked to retire there. When I was young he cooked only when a barbecue or camping was involved; by the time he died, he was learning Mom's and other recipes and experimenting. At either time, what he cooked was delicious. He was stubborn at times. He was mostly gentle. He was occasionally foolish and he sometimes was depressed, but mostly he kept going. He was fascinated by genealogy in the past decade or more, and had put together much of our family tree. He was a do-it-yourselfer when it was reasonable (the front walkway is sheltered by a vine that climbs a frame he welded together) and not when it wasn't (he had the roofing and siding and foundation done professionally). He was a wise man, a kind man, a careful man. He loved my mother, and me, very much.
I love you, Daddy. And I miss you. And I'm so very, very lucky to have had you and Mom for my parents.
He was a loving father, a brilliant software engineer, a caring man, a cat-lover, a bridge player, an alienated environmentalist (as some of the movements got too extreme for him), he enjoyed camping, like my mother he loved Ireland when they went there and would have liked to retire there. When I was young he cooked only when a barbecue or camping was involved; by the time he died, he was learning Mom's and other recipes and experimenting. At either time, what he cooked was delicious. He was stubborn at times. He was mostly gentle. He was occasionally foolish and he sometimes was depressed, but mostly he kept going. He was fascinated by genealogy in the past decade or more, and had put together much of our family tree. He was a do-it-yourselfer when it was reasonable (the front walkway is sheltered by a vine that climbs a frame he welded together) and not when it wasn't (he had the roofing and siding and foundation done professionally). He was a wise man, a kind man, a careful man. He loved my mother, and me, very much.
I love you, Daddy. And I miss you. And I'm so very, very lucky to have had you and Mom for my parents.
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I'm giving priority to the memories that aren't written anywhere, though. I can go hunting the others later....
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