If he had made it to today, his birthday, he would have been 95.
He was an imperfect man with an imperfect son but we both did our best to find middle ground and I am happy that we lived the latter stages of our lives on very good terms.
We all do our best at life, there are no dress rehearsals or do-overs.
He did a lot for me and I appreciate it very much.
I miss him a lot and owe him a lot.
I took this picture at the Alzheimer's home in Clovis in which he spent the last five years of his life.
He was starting to fade into the scenery at the end and I think the picture I took sums it up pretty well.