My father passed away last Thursday at 5:00 am. He had decided to live his life on his terms after battling leukemia and lymphoma. We didn't expect to lose him so soon after his decision but life has a way of showing us we are not the boss. My dad was my best friend, mentor, and confidant and I miss him dearly. He is survived by his wife Norma of 64 years, daughter Rita, sons Jeff, Jon, Tim, and daughters Dorthy and Jackie. My dad was a lot of things, but most of all, he was a man, a man with a capital M. A man that the world could use more of. My first shooting match, probably in 1963 or 64, my dad was at my side coaching me as the Model 52 sent 22 cal bullets to a winning target. One of my last shooting matches, my dad was also at my side, the 1990 Tri State Nationals, where I took 2nd place in both 22 and Big Bore class. 1st place? Yep, my dad. Those are two of my most prized trophies. That man was the most natural talent at shooting I have ever met. Rest in Peace Dad.
It's hard when you loose a good friend and especially when that good friend is your father. It's good to know that the two of you got to do things together and as a father and a grandfather I know that things like that are important to me and I know that your having good times with your father were very important to him. He will always be with you, especially when you go shooting. Sorry to hear about your lose.