My father passed away early this morning. He was only 66 years old.
Dad spent 40 years serving the citizens of Philadelphia as a member of the Philadelphia Fire Department. He served with honor and distinction, and worked very hard to put us through school and keep life as comfortable as was possible at the time.
Dad was an alpha male back when this country used to breed them. He loved the outdoors, and regularly took us camping, hunting, and fishing. He was a Lifetime Member of the NRA, owned many guns, and had a shotgun in my hand at the age of 10. He was also very strict. He yelled, he threatened, and literally whooped our asses when we deserved it. It worked. All three of us grew up on the right side of the law, avoiding the trouble so many utes of today seem to seek out. He was by no means perfect, but he did his best.
We kids have been lucky. This is the first member of our immediate family to pass away since our maternal grandparents (our grandmother passed sixteen years ago). Thus, I don’t know exactly how to react. I’m sure the reality has not washed over me yet, so I may be a bit squirrely over the next few days. Bear with me. It has obviously been a trying day for my brother (“Randal Graves”), my sister Allison, as well as the rest of our family.
Dad told his new wife – Mom and Dad have been divorced for some time – he wished to be cremated, and a memorial service will be held near his home in Delaware after Labor Day.
Please keep my father and our family in your prayers. For my regular readers, there will be no new posts here until Monday morning at the earliest.
UPDATE: The service is going to be on Wednesday, September 4th at 1 PM. It will be held at the Watson Funeral Home, 211 S. Washington Street, Millsboro, DE.
Thank you all so very much for the thoughts, prayers, and comments. We appreciate them more than we can say.