The two photos below are the last two photos taken of my father before he died. These were taken in August 1986. He had his accident in late September of that year and died on October 10, 1986. He was thirty-three years old - just a few weeks away from what should have been his thirty-fourth birthday on Halloween
I was five years old when he died. Sadly, I don't remember him. I've heard what an awesome person he was, but I just don't remember much about him.
I know he loved being outside. He loved animals and enjoyed being in the woods with them. He had guns, but I think he took those "hunting" for protection since I've never heard about him killing anything.
My sister was pretty close with our dad. She loved going places with him and they spent a lot of time together.
Daddy loved his girls and our mother. I never heard them fight or argue. I'm sure they did (they were married!) but I never witnessed it. I remember going on trips, mainly to the beach, as a family.
I miss him, even though I didn't really know him. I know that's an odd thought, but it's true.
