He always liked the idea that he was born on Bunker Hill Day.
I'm grateful that I got to spend so much quality time with him in the last 9 3/4 years of his life, and that he and I shared a clarity of mind that wasn't there for us in earlier years. I'm especially glad he hooked up with Mom again, even though it was so painful for her to let him go for good when he moved on.
For him, I thank Dr. Bob and Bill W; for me , thanks Jimmy K. Without your loving efforts Dad and I could never have gotten so much more out of our lives, and each other.
I miss you, Pa. But it's damn nice to remember why.
