I feel sad for you as I have so many good memories of my dad and look forward to many more with both my mom and dad. dad god love him will be 83 in sept

Debbie

tears running down the left side of my face... since the first stoke at thirty seven (when I laid down the cigarettes in a choice to live), only tears of sorrow spill from my left eye. Joy, both eyes produce.

Today we were, as I told you, dealing with medical in home doctoring and one of the last questions asked was, did we have a directive on no 'heroic efforts to save' but to die naturally?

Both of us, when fully cognitive, each said we prayed to die first. Until Paul needed twenty-four seven care, when I prayed that I outlast him if only by a few breaths.

While this story was told through the a child's eye view, heartrending, indelibly marked in memory, the scene of your mother watching him take his last breath, released the waterfall of tears.

Your wording and deep felt emotion is indicative of the sorrow at his passing that still abides in your spirit.

Thank you for baring this memory...p;]

I am sorry you lost your dad so young.

Except for the music, my dad had no musical talent at all, I have similar memories of my dad.

As Bob Hope used to say, "Thanks for the memories."

I loved this story and thought it was so well written. I could feel the warmth and love you have for your Dad. Pictures can trigger wonderful memories .I have very few pictures of my father, and like you I cherish the ones I do have.

That is a lovely story, Barry. So sweetly told and with such heart. I really feel sorry that you do not have any real memories of your dad. I can well understand how painful it must have been to write. It was so honest, I cried.

Extraordinary. Simple, beautiful, an unexpressed sob - what a deeply moving tribute to one of those amazing men from the previous era who understood responsibility, fidelity, and fatherhood. From your brief, honest account I got a glimpse of someone who took pride in hard work, who had natural humility and an intelligent sense of humor about life and himself. I saw a good, loving husband and dad, whose life was far too brief yet oh, so vital to American culture, who knew and cared enough to pass down through his children those values that produce truly good people. Thank you for sharing this look into the past - yours as well as his and your family's - and that precious photograph. Very, very well-done.