Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Christy, I am so sorry for your loss. During the summer months, if I was on the porch with the dog, your Dad would roll down to the front of the porch and talk for hours at a time. He was always in good spirits, never complaining, despite having so much he could complain about. One day, when I walked by with the dog, he called out to me and asked if I could stop over for a second when I was done with my walk. When I finally got there, I discovered that he had somehow wedged himself in the doorframe between the living room and porch and he asked if I could get him loose. I asked why he didn't say something immediately to me when I was walking by with the dog, and he said there was no hurry. That's what I admired so much in him. He took everything in stride and never let it discourage him. When I gave him my old TV, he was like a child with a new toy. The simplest things would give him such great pleasure. The entire neighborhood will miss him. I will miss him! My best to you and the family. Tony
