Post by HMC710 on Jul 19, 2015 20:43:59 GMT -5
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.
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.
