Folks,
I want to thank you all for the many kind words, prayers, and condolences.
It is hard for me to comprehend the fact that a good, kind, creative soul has left us.
Just Sunday when I saw my Dad, he noticed I'd arrived on my motorcycle and he was scolding me a bit. Then he said, "You know, when I was in North Africa, I had a motorcycle." He paused for a bit, drawing a breath. Then he said proudly "A BMW... with a sidecar. Captured from the Krauts. AND,he raised his hand in the air for emphasis) it had REVERSE gear."
I replied. "I never knew you had a motorcycle. Did you like it?"
"Like it? I loved it. I'd ride it at night in the desert, like Laurence of Arabia. I was young and foolish then I think."
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The lesson for all of us is to take time to really get to know your father, if you are fortunate enough that he is still here. After 52 years, I was still learning something new about him, and enjoying his wartime stories of adventure...
Here's another one of his paintings, done in 1958. The little boy at the right is me.